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𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔
ʏ/ɴs ᴘᴏᴠ
my arms tremble as i tied the rope tight seeing red marks on his skin. i got up seeing him on the chair with his head hung low. i took a deep breath putting his head up a little. he was breathing but was deep asleep. i went into the dresser putting on a hoodie and some sweats. i changed in the room staring at him making sure he didn't wake up.
i went through the other dressers finding the keys. i put on some shoes and walked out the room door going to the basement door. i looked behind me and opened it with a creek. it was cold and my body shivered from the contact
i walked down to see a bright red light. you really couldn't see anything so i turned on the lights. once i did my heart dropped and my body stiffened. my eyes were wide and my hands shook in fear. i couldn't even walk nor speak. pictures of me filled the walls. three big screens were on a table were it had several cameras that showed my room. torture devices hung on the walls. all kinds of knives and guns hung on the wall and much more.
i didn't even know what half of the shit that was on the wall. i took small steps going towards the desk.
cameras in my room. one faced my shower, my kitchen, my room, even my laundry room. a hand covered my mouth as i felt tears coming down. pictures of me all over town were found all over the wall. i just looked at them in fear forgetting that ale was asleep upstairs.
i was about to leave when i had the sudden urge to look through some stuff. i looked at every picture remembering how weird i felt. as if i were being watched. gifts that i've received were in here. gifts that i've thrown out were here. cards that were crumbled up and dead flowers laid in a spot in the room. teddy bears and old boxes of chocolate were sat on a table.
that all looked crazy to me but what caught my eye was a notebook. it had writing on the front that i couldn't point out. i ran my finger through it to have it spell
𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡
i bit my lips putting the notebook back, getting ales gun from the wall. i looked at the room one last time begging that it was my last time here. i closed the door hearing screams from upstairs.
