Another World {M.R}

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*Trigger Warning*- abuse/torture and graphic scenes 

3rd day

Embers POV

When I blacked out I dreamt of New York and the old times.  I dreamt of Sofia and all of my old classmates.  Do they know we are gone? Is time paused back there?

The questions paused when I woke up and I instantly regretted it.  A hot pain shot against my abdomen and my breath was basically knocked out of me.  I had to take gasps of air and even when I calmed my breathing down, moving didn't seem possible.   My shirt stuck to my skin,  a coat of blood and sweat made a paste that soaked the cloth.  I tried pealing it away but doing so made it feel as though I was skinning myself. 

I shakily sighed and breathed in through my nose and out of my mouth.  The memories of last night played over and over again.  Mattheo ended up returning and woke me up to give me some food.  I couldn't eat though, the pain of swallowing and uneasiness that surfaced when I thought of it coming back up right after I forced it down made me refuse it.  Mattheo thought I was ungrateful, I would have ate it but I needed time and he just didn't get that. 

He thought another punishment was best and I spent the rest of the night withering on the ground in pain.  My throat is now in even more pain from all of the screaming. 

With the amount of time I was tortured and the estimated number of time I slept , I'm guessing it's the third day here.  I'm even more afraid to think of what Mattheo has in store for me today.

The thought was already in mind when the cell door opened.  Footsteps crunched the rocks below and I took it as the right time to see who it was.  Mattheo of course.

"Miss me?" He smirks and sits down against the opposite wall of me. 

I ignore his comment, as it's untrue and my true desire is to kill him at this very moment.  I just spent the night in pain under his wand, I could never miss such a monster. 

I finally look up to his brown eyes looking back at me.  Maybe I should throw a rock at him, some pleasure before pain I suppose.  The staring game continues and the silence begins eating at me, I can't handle being in a room with him for so long.  This moment gives me enough time to remember him as the guy who would stare in my direction in potions.  Or the guy would lean on the bathroom wall as I did makeup.  He was always there to make sure I didn't put to much on, saying 'it takes away my Ember'

All along it was a trick? A silly game that I easily fell for.  Not only me but everyone else in our group too. 

And here I am, doing exactly what I didn't want to do.  I'm now seeing him as the boy I want him to be, the boy I remember. 

I speak first, only for the satisfaction of control "Back? So soon Riddle, I would think that it was you that missed me." There's a crack in my voice and I sound like an old man who has been smoking for 80 years.

He nods and chuckles like this is all so funny, like everything is one big joke "I'm missing answers, is what I am missing Ember.  Nothing to do with the fact I want to be here, because trust me-." He pauses and looks me up and down the disgust, like I'm some vile creature "there is nothing to miss"

"Mmm" I mumble and nod.  I don't laugh or chuckle because I simply smile like I know he's lying.  It's easy to play with a man when it comes to his ego, when he is told he is wrong it's like his world is going to explode.

His eyes turn dark and I easily want to take back everything that just came out of my mouth.  But what's said is said and now I must face the consequences. "I don't want to play games honey.  I want my answers and I don't want to do what must come next if you don't obey"