Morphine

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Nostalgia was all I could think of.
As he gave me food the more I ate the more I slept. All I could do was sleep.
I had given up and he had won, I could always feel his touch even while asleep. but it seemed as if he hated touching me.

"You know all I've ever wanted was you right? I want to know what it's like to finally be connected to you intimately. I want to kiss your soft skin and mark it for my own" his voice frightened me making me shiver in fear.

" Maybe I could just take you for my own now "

"Plee..ase doont " I slurred trying to open my heavy eye lids.

" but don't you love me?"  his voice cracked, in response to my rejection.

"yes, i did " my tongue is heavy but the words manage to come out.

"answer the question, Julie are you in love with me ?" his voice sounds exhausted.

" i don't know " I sigh slowly faltering back to sleep.  He slowly touches my skin and kisses my cheek before he lays next to me.

His cold hand gently touching mine making my muscles twitch with fear and excitement.

" how could I possibly love someone as cruel and demeaning as you, the one I'm in love with was the little boy that celebrated my cursed birthday with smiles kisses and hugs "  i murmured.

I felt him sob into the back off my shirt quietly until he fell asleep.  hours later my body felt numb but less heavy so I managed to quietly gently and softly get his arm off my waist. I starred at him finally asleep. I walked to the door and locked it behind me. And as soon as I did I began to hear murmurs gradually growing into screams. The door vibrated with weakness as if telling me to run. So I did.

As soon as I ran outside my heart stopped only to see myself in the middle if the woods. My house was not next door nothing but trees and grass. my feet are weak and I'm soon picked up by the same scent making me nervous.
I give up. Im so tired should I just gives in be his slave.

" come on Julie...are you going to accept me or should I make your brain into mush just like your friends? " his voice was cold and surprisingly sinister.

I just chocked as he carried me back into the cold desolate house into the lightly lit basement. 

each step closer was a new sight. all my friends tied up in chains against the stained white carpet.

" juliette ? " Molly spoke and as she did they all looked up.

" wha..." tears ran down my eyes as he layed me down next to molly .

" Thank god your safe " her voice was raspy and her legs and arms were full of bruises.

" So my beautiful what do you choose sink or swim? " the hated voice spoke making me sick enough to vomit.

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