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Tom's Perspective
After Tord cleaned himself up, I scorned him more. "You're so cruel- I thought you were dead-!" I yelled and he snickered. "Well it wouldn't matter, unless you cared." He pointed out and bent over me slightly. I narrowed my eyes and muttered under my breath many profanities. "And you did care~ you cried~." He teased, grinning. "You care about me, even though I've hurt you so much. What a ridiculous idea." He scoffed and began cleaning off the bloody furniture. I crossed my arms and pouted. He's acting like I'm stupid for feeling emotions. "Well, back on the collar goes." I flinched when the black collar was suddenly put back onto my neck. "Good~ come on, I have a meeting." He said simply and snapped on my leash. "Aren't you going to get medical help or something-?" I asked confused, and he shrugged. "I've never had to for a bullet, my demon blood dissolves them after a bit. The only reason I couldn't regenerate my arm is because of how much of it there is." He explained as if it was a fact everyone knew.
"Whatever-." I huffed, still annoyed that he was dismissing my reaction to his fake death. "It's not like I care anyways." I muttered, walking out of the room. I could hear him follow me, his boots clacking against the cold tile floor. Good thing I stole- I mean- borrowed his socks, otherwise my feet would be colder. A metal arm that made my skin shiver in response grabbed my arm and kept me from walking. "You know that I was joking, right Tom? I appreciate that you care about me." He told me. I simply pulled away his arm and glared at him. "I don't care about you. I was just- confused." I coldly dismissed the situation and continued walking. I could tell he was frustrated by my rejection. I was frustrated too, at him. "Oh, what are you going to do? Hurt me? You already tried that." I snapped at him, wincing when he aggressively yanked me back by my hair. We shared a pissed glare, though his always seemed more intimidating. He couldn't say anything though, he just gritted his teeth. "Let me go!" I barked out and attempted to kick him.
He let go of me and walked ahead of me, leaving me to hold my head. My scalp really hurts now. I slowly trailed behind him, glaring angrily the whole way. The demon-like man blocked out my anger per usual and went into his meeting. He yanked me into the meeting room by my leash and I stumbled after him, swearing profusely. He then carelessly handed my leash to the nearest guard before sitting down. "Wh- don't treat me l-." I was suddenly cut off by a disciplinary harsh tug on the collar. I stumbled back and clenched my fists. Oh, that man is going to pay. A hand remained on my throat for the entire meeting, tightening every time I attempted to misbehave. By the end of it, I had plotted ten different ways I would attempt to murder everyone in this base. None of them were rational or could realistically work, but it made me feel better. I was then handed back into Tord's possession, dragged back to his office. I attempted with every ounce of my energy to get away, from tearing at the leash and collar to pushing against the ground in resistance. "Will you stop being a little nuisance- I thought feeding you and shit would fix this bullshit-." He complained, though it only encouraged me.
"No! Because you're an asshole holding me captive and I want to go back to people who love and care about me!" I yelled, the leash being tugged before I was shoved into a chair. "Oh please, nobody loves you." He snarled as he closed the door. I fell silent and stared at my lap. Nobody loves me. He's right. At best, my friends are worried about my life. But nobody misses me like a lover would. Nobody is frantically sobbing and having a heart attack over it. Nobody truly misses me. I gripped the thin material of the denim shorts and held back a few tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. "If nobody loves me.. Then why do you keep me here? If you hate me so much? Why can't you kill me?" The questions I ask every day, with varying answers that were usually sadistic. But now it felt so weighted compared to before. The room was silent for a long time, with a clock ticking quietly in the background. "No witty remarks this time?" I snapped, my grip tighter on the black denim.
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Caught Red Handed
Fanfiction(The cover is not mine, I do not claim it or own it) This story will contain violence, swearing, abuse, and angst. If you do not like any of these things, please do not read the book. To make you aware of what is included, here are the ships in this...