This is life.

71 ➤ Lets play a game

A/N: Done with mid year exams OMG I'm crying, so happy! I don't think I did too well haha um yeah hey idk why I havent mentioned this in the past 5 weeks, but...I have a kitten? My sister and her boyfriend brought a cat about two years ago and it's gotten pregnant about 3 or 4 times now I'm not sure (they think she's pregnant again) so they gave us one of their kittens from their last litter. Its a boy and we named it Momo, didn't feel the need to mention this until I killed off the cat in the book HAHA coincidentally Momo's mum is named Coco as well...awks! Anyway theres a photo of my pet on the side, and dw there's quite a lot more to come, in reference to this book, of course! This book will finish at around probably chapter 85-90, depending on how I split the chapters with the events I have planned. Who knows I'll probably just write 100 chapters cause why not? :p as always please comment, vote and follow, I'd really appreciate it!

RANDOME SIDE NOTE: I literally forgot that I'm like 1/4 bipolar and I have screaming fits with my sisters...one in particular. Smh sorry but if I seem bipolar at any time during this book...remember that its because I am lol *soz not soz* I can't control it

OH! And I've also only noticed this recently, but I'm writing a different way than Americans are supposed to spell! Like colour instead of color, favour instead o f favor, and honour instead of honor. I've always kind of known that but I only realise my stupid mistake now, this book is meant to be based in the U.S for god's sake omg I'm sorry haha but tbh I believe that the way we Australians and the U.K spell is correct.

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Britney and I were brought out of the room due to the mess that I created. Surprisingly enough as we were being removed nothing was spoken about the mutilated body that was on the floor. I can't imagine why not. I was freed from my chair only to have another drug injected into my system that caused me to go unconscious. When I wake I feel myself laid on my back with my limbs bounded, of course. My eyes adjust to the bright flickering light that was on the ceiling, and when I turn my head I wish to die.

Britney, also trapped on a table, was being fucked by Channing. Ruthlessly, might I add. She held a sympathetic gaze in her eyes as she looked at me, her body jolting forward with every thrust he gave her. Beads of sweat drip from her forehead. Her mouth was tied with a cloth, and I saw blood seeping through the material. It's when I feel pain that I realise I too had material over my mouth. It was agonizingly painful and prevented me from speaking up. It was literal torture. I couldn't help but watch as he continued to rape her. Moments pass before he climaxs, I only assume so when I hear him moan loudly. Who knows how long this has lasted before I woke? Britney cries softly with ache and I shut my eyes in repulse. I would give absolutely anything in the world to unsee what I have just seen. Those images will forever me in my memory and I know they will never leave me.

When I open my eyes moments later he notices my state and chuckles as he stands up. Shamelessly, he redoes his jeans with a smirk. He seems almost proud of himself. "I'm not mean enough to leave you cold." He tells her as he pulls the hem of her dress down.

He exits the room without another word. Which, part of me is thankful for considering I do not want to hear anything from him. Not another single word.

The door is shut loudly and my heavy breathing along with Britney's sobbing were all that could be heard. "I'm sorry." She tries to apologise. I barely understood her due to the material covering her mouth. "It's okay." I only hope she understands me back.

I love you so much. I'm sorry this had to happen.

"I'm so sorry." She continues to mumble apologises to me. As she spoke, a trail of blood dripped across her jaw. It must be the effects of the cloth. All I can taste is blood. I don't have a mirror but I'm assuming the same thing is happening to my own skin since I have one on as well. The only positive factor I can make out about right now is that the taste of blood stops me from being able to taste my own vomit from earlier. If I could, then I'm sure the same thing would result.