"A lover? Something tender, anyway. But tender like a bruise."
- Marie Rutkoski
(Tweek POV)☆.｡.:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ☆
"Ever heard of keeping your hands to yourself, Tweek?"
He asked me as he stepped into the room that I was locked in for a few days already. Butters was told to leave the room; so it's just me and Michael.
Shock went through my face that highlighted the rationalized fear it has expressed throughout such hostage. I felt the pang of betrayal once again. - Making me believe that the world is truly cruel and the mindset I had before was just filtered by the romanticized lies I have told upon to myself.
My eyes widened to reality. So wide that theres no other motives except to escape.
"What's all this for, Mike? I don't see any point of this." I said with a stern voice.
"Oh really?" He walked around the room, leaving the door open. I was tempted.
"Vengeance isn't the right of yours to have."
"But I have power to make it mine. That's the reality Tweek; don't be too naive." he said; laughing.
He kept talking about nonsense and I couldn't bare more of his stupid monologues, so I gently scooted over near to the door, inch by inch. - then the movements doubled; yet, I tried to make my steps of decision, faint. I tried to aim for the perfect time to take advantage of his blind spot.
"I hate this shit, it seems like I'm the only one talking here." He mocked. He called his servant: "MACKEY!"
"Ah, yes sir?" He said with a thick accent.
"Play us a lovely song, the guest must've been bored to bare the sound of my voice." He commanded arrogantly with a smile on his face.
"Mkay." He said as he does what he was told.
He brought in a vintage gramophone and a vinyl that looks untouched for a quite a long while. - But something about the vinyl alarmed me so much. I kept staring at the paper cover of the vinyl; I couldn't even grasp a say as to why something about it feels off.
He dropped the vinyl and it hovered near to my reach. - Making me see it clearly.
"What the fuck??" Michael complained.
"I'm sorry Michael, Mkay.."
I layed my eyes on the vinyl. - Turns out those brown dust weren't just old attic dust. It was dried blood.
I wanna scream, but I wouldn't even dare to do such thing at this point, I might get myself killed if I don't play along with Michael's antics.
(The record started playing "Run, Rabbit, Run" by the Flanagan and Allan)
"Now get out of here, give me and our special guest some privacy." Michael commanded which made his servant leave the room. Door closed.
My eyes widened the moment the door was closed.
"What's with the wide eyes? We both know that we need privacy to talk about certain things right?" He chuckled.
"LET ME GO!" I said, pushing him away and running to the door.
"FUCK WHY IS IT NOT OPENING" I cried, making Michael laugh.
The moment I get to opened the door, I ran my way out only and didn't bother to look everywhere. I then came to the realization that I'm being chased by a bunch of men in black. The booming song up on the speaker spoke through my system which made me even more terrified.
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