"You think I don't have control over you?" He asks darkly while looking at me like he could rip me to pieces.
I stare at him with fear, "I-"
"Every fucking night, you lay under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs, making it pretty clear...
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I HAD THE WORST headache known to man kind and I felt like I was going to die. My head was throbbing uncontrollably, and my eyes were still closed as I frowned with the sudden pain rushing to my head.
I wasn't aware of my surroundings and I felt like I was going to vomit. Instinctively my hands try to support my head but my movements were minimised.
My brows knotted together as I finally opened my eyes, only to see absolutely nothing. Darkness filled the space and I felt trapped.
I always felt trapped my entire life, but now, I was actually trapped. My hands were above my head as some strands of my hair were tickling my face and I had the urge to itch it and move it away.
I tried moving again but the cold chains wouldn't budge. All the sudden I felt a lump in my throat and the urge to cry, I felt helpless, but I couldn't speak. All I could hear were the sounds of me trying to move the chains and the cold breeze seeping in through the tiny window.
I was confused, and nauseas. Why was I here? How did this happen to me?
Then Aleia's words rang in my head. Nobody makes it out alive. Nobody makes it out alive. Nobody makes it out alive.
"No.." I choke out as the words lingered in my head and wouldn't get it out, "No.." please no, no, no, no. This couldn't be happening.
I don't remember how I got here and what happened yesterday. I groan as I close my eyes shut, trying so hard to remember what happened, but for some reason, I couldn't.
All I knew was that I was scared, not just scared, I was terrified. I didn't know what was going to happen to me, and whoever trapped me here, obviously doesn't have any good intentions.
I place my hands on the cold floor and try to push myself up, ignoring the pain in the head. As I stood up, I almost stumble due to the lightheadedness.
I made my way to the metal bars and my chains clanked on them as I noticed I was in a cell. Like in the books I've read, cells were meant to keep people confined. Bad people.
I wasn't a bad person. At least I don't think I am.
Then, I was hit with a wave of memories. Me telling my mother that she's not my mother, me running off after disrespecting my mother, and last but not least, me leaving my home knowing my mother would've been worried sick, but I chose myself instead of her.
I shed tears as the wave of guilt hits me like a tsunami. I was being punished. This is my punishment for thinking that I could live a better life without my mother.
A sob gets stuck on my throat as I felt my hands go weak, unable to keep my grip on the metal bars anymore.
My sobbing session was broken when I heard a creak of metal doors unlocking and my eyes shot up as I saw a dim light forming in the room.
