"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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IT'S BEEN ALMOST a week since he forced me to marry him in this exact room. I felt like I was going crazy. I was chained to a bed, Gloria came in and came out like a robot, even Anna wont even look at me the same, it's like they were scared of me.
I hated it. I hated it so much, I felt like a doll they clean up and leave and do the exact same. I hate this feeling so much, it was a different type of pain.
I hadn't seen him since the day he threatened me to marry him, it's like he completely forgot that I was here— I hope he did.
I was hugging my knees while looking at the chain around my foot, would it be worth it to cut my foot out just to get out of this chain?
Then how would you walk out? It's not worth it.
I'm happy that I at least have a few brain cells talking to me in the back of my head and making sure I don't do stupid things.
But I was already in the stage where I didn't care about what would happen to me. Death would be a better place than here.
This place now has me scared of minimised rooms and chains. If I ever do get out of here, I know I'll be scarred forever.
I take a pin from the drawer beside the bed. Before I was chained, Anna would braid my hair and leave pins in the drawer so that when she came back, it would be easy for her.
We braided and talked for hours and that's why she was my only comfort person.
I grab the pin and walk towards the door and jam the pin inside the lock. I didn't know how to unlock a door with a pin, but it was better to try than to do nothing.
As I was jamming it inside, moving it left, right, up, and down. The door twists. A smile forms on my face but then soon drops as the door started opening by itself.
"Someone's getting comfy." the devil walks into the room and his gaze goes to the pin on the lock and he smiles, "Still trying, I see?"
"H-how do you know?" I stare at him as his gaze goes to the corner of the room. There was a camera.
"Did you think I wasn't watching you the entire time?" he smirks before shutting the door and locking it.
I stumble back and trip on the chain but I quickly compose myself before clearing my throat, "I-I am not getting comfortable."
"Hm, you're not?" he cocks his head while walking towards me, each step he takes towards me is a step I take back.
"Yes. I-I want out." I stutter, trying not to make eye contact with him.
He lets out a dark laugh and I fall on the bed. He leans on the bed frame that looked like pillars and looks at me from head to toe then looking back up and stopping on my lips.
