Mentality of The Heart

CHAPTER 07

At this rate if he doesn't stop, he'll break my wrist. I tried to wriggle myself out of his death trap but that only made him mad as he picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder and walked out of the room and led us to a different room.

He stopped in front of a brown wooden door. Going inside, the room was dark and gave off an eerie feel. It felt so sinister, demonic even.

He turned the lights on and that's when my soul officially left my body.......

Torture room!
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Alice's POV

Torture room!

W-what the actual h-hell!
I was panicking but then I wanted to see what he would do.

Don't get me wrong I'm not up for putting myself in danger but if it means helping someone then I would do anything even if it kills me, at least I died knowing I was trying to save a soul from having to fight themselves.

I was so deep in thought when he roughly pulled me off his shoulder.

"w-what are you d-doing"

"You, I will make sure to inflict the same pain you made me feel" He dangerously whispered, causing all my limbs to fall weak.

He pulled my wrist, chaining my arms and legs to the wall, he made sure to tightly lock the shackles, I'm sure a bruise is going to form.

He took a few steps back to get a better look at me, he smirked sinisterly and clapped his hands. I stared at him slightly scared but made sure to not show it on my face. He roamed his eyes over my figure. I could see the tiny glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

It looked completely different, not like Mr Bianchi, Davide nor Cesare; he looked completely out of it, almost psychotic.

I'm sure he split again and if he has then the ego before me seems to be more dangerous. DID patients differ in many ways depending on what the person might have gone through, some may have two personalities others more than that.

Among the different personalities you would find one personality that's completely different, that one ego is much more extreme and more violent in behavior.

The phenomenon of autohypnosis in the context of early childhood sexual trauma and abuse is discussed, as is the meaning of alters or alternate personalities.

Judging by his recent and old medical file that I went through he seems to constantly split by being triggered which surprisingly happens often, I wonder what causes the triggers that lead him to split on a regular basis.

I had also noticed that he has never once talked about his past. If any of his past psychiatrists tried to extract that kind of information from him, they would never be found. Why? What is he hiding?

It seems the law ignore this because of his mental illness which is why he hasn't been charged for kidnapping or supposed murder.

But that leaves me to beg the question; why do all the people that try to know what happened to him end up missing?

Snapping out of my thoughts, I immediately scanned the room to look for Mr Bianchi but he wasn't there, wait where did he go?

Just then I felt a hard smack on my face, it hurt so bad.

"Ha, seems like that didn't hurt you enough, do you want more?" He mocked me.

I could feel his intense gaze on me to the point where I felt my skin burn. Ignoring the excruciating pain on my cheek, I slowly lifted my head to look at him but that was the worst decision of my life when he roughly grabbed my chin and slapped my already bruised cheek.

I cried out in agony as the pain increased. The metallic taste of blood welcomed my taste buds, a gagging feeling making its way up my throat.

Eyes shut tightly, pain shooting to all parts of my body as he hit me with what felt like a baseball bat.

He continued to hit me till he was satisfied with my body slugging against the wall, my mouth bloody, limbs pumping in pain. Why? What did I do?

"Be glad I'm giving you a break, I'll come back for you so that we can continue our fun okay?" he rhetorically taunted and left the room.

I stayed in the same position for what felt like hours in immense pain. I couldn't move my body. All I wanted was to lay down but looking at my current position I knew that wouldn't be possible.

A few hours later I heard the door open, but I didn't dare lift my head. I knew my fate had already been written and decided this man was going to kill me. He's going to make me disappear just like his previous psychiatrists.

Preparing myself for more blows, I squeezed my eyes shut bracing myself, but nothing came, lifting my head slowly. I felt all the fear in me wash away when I looked into those heterochromia eyes.....

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