𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
DARK ROMANCE
"Fuck. You."
I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wa...
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12 years old. Aldrik dragged me through the hallway, pulling my hair as blood dripped down my forehead, mixing with my tears and falling onto my clothes. My whole body was sore and felt like a million needles were continuously being stabbed at me.
"Please Aldrik, stop. I didn't do anything," I cried out to him, but he just kicked me in my stomach, making me hunch over in pain and fall to the floor, my tears making it hard to see anything.
This made him even more angered, and I knew what was coming next. He grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me to the door at the end of the hallway. He opened it and threw me across the floor. My knees skidded across the hardwood and made my knees scrape with blood. The burning sensation faded away quickly, not outweighing the rest of my pain.
A bright light clicked on in the middle of the room and its illumination focused on a boy, who couldn't have been older than sixteen. He sat tied up to a chair with blood running down his face from everywhere. I stared at his beaten face and wondered what he did to get where he was now and what he could've done better.
"Get up Elisia, I'm not going to ask you twice," Aldrik growled from behind me and I shuttered at his loud angry voice.
"I- I didn't do anything," I mumbled again. I could hear his shoes hitting the floor behind me with each step that he took, getting closer to me and only making me cry harder knowing that the worst was still yet to come.
"Get. Up."
His voice was right behind me and I hesitantly got to my feet. My legs felt so wobbly and it was taking everything in me not to fall. My arms were shaking from beside me and I took deep breaths trying to control my breathing.
I was only twelve and I had already seen so many bloodshed things that a twelve-year-old should never see or be involved in.
"I want you to kill him," Aldrik said while walking around to face me. I looked away from him, feeling my heart beating in my chest and my hands growing clammy along with my shaky legs.
He handed me a gun and when I didn't take it, he forced my hands out and placed it in the middle. I almost dropped it from how heavy it was, but I caught on to it and looked down at it in fear. He stepped out of the way and beside me, looking at the poor kid.
"This man took something from me and I want you to end his life Elisia. You have to learn how to fight and kill, something your father should've taught you," he spat angrily at me. I didn't want to kill that man- he wasn't even a man; he was just a teenage boy.
Aldrik took something from me too; he wasn't the only person that lost something. He took my entire family away from me and kept me to suffer without them. He took me to torture me and make my life a living hell. I'd rather have died with my family then be under his control all the time.
