Am I... The Villian? {~Book One~} {~2021-2022~}

Chapter Nine; {~An Uneasy Mind, One That Cannot Be Put To Rest~}

{~01/10/2021~}
{~Unedited~}
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Ever Enough
{~Book; One~}
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WARNING: ⚠️
{~This chapter contains, Panic Attack, mentions of abuse, mentions or sexual assault if I missed any please tell me~}

{~Previously On~}

The sound calmed down after a short few moments, the undying scent of rotten flesh with it. Though that was only because he had finally managed to start it up. Start up the device which was no longer growling as it consumed endless amounts of oil. With wide, covered eyes he suddenly felt it. He felt the shifting blade carve away at his chest. It was much smaller then he first believed. A miniaturized pizza cutter one might put it.

Though despite how small it was, the device still could do quite a number. Peter could feel it tearing away at his chest, drawing a rather even line from his right upper chest to his right lower stomach. It wasn't deep enough to gut him, though deep enough to draw heavy amounts of blood that could certainly kill oneself.

The pain was dull at first, that is for someone who was use to extreme pains. Though as time carried on, and as the blade slowly ripped apart his flesh in a fine thin line, a stinging sensation took over. One that was soon surpassed by a pain that felt almost as if you were rubbing, rubbing alcohol on a scraped over knee.

Peter could hear, smell, taste, feel it. Though never once was he able to see it. He couldn't see where the blade would be placed next. Couldn't see how or even why it was making such a loud noise or giving off such a strong odour. The boy was in the dark, physically and literally. He was trapped with nothing more then his mind to keep him company, something no person or even villain should ever have to experience.

  'Stop playing the victim'

'It's your fault this happened to you.'

'You should've known better.'

'Everyone is dead because of you.'

'You killed May.'

'You killed Ben!'

'You killed everyone who ever tried to love you!'

'You even tried to kill Tony.'

'Your a monster. Nothing more.'

"PETER CALM DOWN!"

{~Present Time~}

Third Person Pov~
Peter found himself awakening in a similar place. The shifting light as always hung above him, swaying ominously due to the warm winds that was being pumped throughout the vents.

  His heavy breathing grew louder the moment he noticed the tray beside him, long and pointed pin like needles rested atop of the clean metal platform. The pins were also clean to the look of them, something that was unusual for the supplies they normally used on the kid. This only scared the boy further as he knew better then to take the long,  fore arm sized pins for granted.

  There were thick leather belts strapped around his wrists, ankles and even a large one around the base of his chest, strapping me tightly and securely to the metal chair. The one surrounding his chest seemed to hold his lower half in place, leaving the boy mostly immobilized.