Baylyn
Is it cold in here?
Why do I feel like my whole body is paralyzed?
Am I dead?
I wake up an unearthly coldness and debate whether am dead or alive.
How can the bed be this cold? Maybe I died and am now in the morgue.
It takes me a minute for the blur in my eyes to clear and take in my surroundings.
Indeed am not in the room.
And neither am I sleeping on the bed.
Looking down,I find myself in a white bathtub,blanketed with ice.My legs are heavy when I try to lift them up and my mind fuzzy.
Screw that,I can't feel my legs,nor can I feel any other part of my body.
How the fuck did I get in here? What is actually going on?
As though on cue,I catch sight of a black figure at the corner of my eye.
He is seated comfortably in a black leather chair, sipping on whiskey.
"Oh,I see you are awake now,wife. How do you like my morning surprise?"
He smirks and it now dawns on me that,I may already be in hell.
Ever so slowly,he puts his glass down and stands up,his height towering all over me.
It takes me a while to make a full sentence without it getting cut off by the chattering of my teeth.
"What___why are you doing this?"
He adjusts his height,so his face is close to mine and says,
"Because I can,baby."
"Can____ I please __get___out of this?"
"Hmmm...."
A dramatic pause followed as he took his time to think. Maybe I will be dead by the time he has finished thinking about everything.
"Just a few more seconds,wife. I know you are such a strong girl."
My insides are freezing and I can feel how life is being drained out of me.
It is after another ten minutes that he relieves me from my suffering.
He spoons me into his arms and walks out of the room and up into our bedroom right into the en suite bathroom.
Steam feels the whole place as he places me down onto the cold floor.
My legs collapse bringing my body down with them.
He stands quietly,his eyes looking intensely into mine as though he is searching for something.
"This is just the beginning,wife.I promise you,there is more to come."
He says and gracefully walks out of the bathroom, leaving me there,cold with my teeth chattering loudly through the bathroom.
Tears roll uncontrollably down my eyes along with the water from my wet hair and dress.
And at that particular moment,I wish he had killed me instead.
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