The Wonders In Our Head

.The Nightmare.

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She ran.

Out of the rooms in the luxurious mansion, she ran. She didn't care if her feet were unsoled, or if they were bruised, she just kept running. She didn't want her end to be like this, her heart thumping in her ribcage as she collided in one of the walk-in wardrobes, trying to make no noise as he heard him coming closer and closer to her place.

He smiled.

it was almost comical for him, to see her escaping him. didn't she know that he had her under his control? Anger rose in him as he saw her eloping in one of the walk-in wardrobes, and he smirked. He walked in silently, busy finding her shadow amongst his musty cologned clothes.

"I'll give you this one chance, come in front of me and I'll not go rough on you baby." He cooed, his sharp eyes instantly noticing the crouching shivering figure beside the counter, who had tears in her eyes but no will to fight in her arms. he knew it, he knew that she had internally given up and somewhat tried to accept her fate but he wasn't satisfied. He wanted her to suffer.

He swiftly removed his belt from his jeans and let it hit the floor, a huge scared gasp coming from the corner. 

"You lost your chance to redeem, now you'll suffer." was what she last heard until a leather belt was harshly tied tightly around her neck and he dragged her outside the wardrobe, throwing her on the bed. Not letting her a chance to breathe, he immediately took a knife from the nightstand and kept it across her neck. Screams which were resonating in the room quietened to quick small sniffles as she dared not make a noise to anger him more. 

She was scared of death. she was way too young, naive, and innocent and just wanted to live her own way to see the world in her own eyes but it felt like that imaginary life she was living with her friends not long ago was in fact, long gone away in the midst of gun powder and fear. She saw the determination of domination in his eyes and was scared of losing everything she had built up to this moment only because of his willpower to control.

Her thoughts were disoriented when she felt the knife slowly descend from the outline of her neck down south, tearing the cloth that came in its way. He smirked at her, as his hand removed the cloth from the shivering body, sometimes intentionally groping her skin in a rough manner. He puckered his lips as they kissed her neck down to her breast and down her genital.

She shuddered. She could feel the roughness and the anger mixed as the sharp knife worked on her skin alongside his lips that would bite her skin and leave random extremely dark purple spots on it, making her clench and cry louder- both in pain and fear. 

It was an eery silence then, he looked down at her with a satisfied evil smile. Her face was contorted in slashes of cuts, continuing down on her stomach and her thighs. Her body was filled with painful scars and dark hickeys and tear remains were prominent on her facial features. The blood loss was something that made her a lot dizzy as she tried to look at him once more.

No, he didn't fuck her nor use her that way for he knew she was pure, finding pure satisfaction in hurting her. He climbed off the bed and stood beside it, looking at her tainted body while she whimpered in pain. 

She said nothing as she wrapped herself in the blanket, trying hard to forget the blood seeping out of her wounds and tears out of her eyes pulling the blanket all the way over her, in the least attempt to get him out of her mind.

He laughed. "You secretly enjoyed it, didn't you?" He taunted her, as he left the room while putting on his blood-stained coat and belt in place, leaving her to deal with everything alone all over again.

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this was the crazy nightmare I got, it was just a lot more gore and rougher than this.

yikes::>_<::