Demented Torture

1- Kill Bill (volume one)

I hear something break; it sounded like something heavy. "JACK! GET DOWN HERE! NOW!" I quickly pause my game, ripping off my headphones as I make a beeline for my door. I run downstairs; I wonder what Bill wants. As soon as I make it down, I immediately see what he's done. He must've tripped or fallen or something on the corner of the coffee table. I glance between the broken glass table and my boyfriend. He's livid; his eyes are wide and sinister looking. The veins in his neck are purpling from strain.

He grabs me by my neck and lifts me off the ground, "You worthless piece of dog shit! Look what you made me do!" I can't breathe, and I'm sure my face is turning blue from lack of oxygen. He throws me on the ground, "Pick all this shit up, or I'll make it so much worse for you later!" Bill storms off, but not before making sure he kicked me in my stomach and chest and head a few times. His foot connected with my eye once; the pain was blinding. I'm sure I'll have a black eye later. I wonder how I'm going to hide that in my videos. 'Maybe I can cover it with some of the leftover concealer I have from last time he did this...' I think to myself.

After he kicks me on the stomach a few more times for good measure, I pick myself up. He storms off out the door; probably going to the pub for a few hours. I stand on shaky legs, using the countertop behind me for support. Bill left the door open; I make my way over there first and close it. Grabbing the yellow broom and dust pan, I limp over to the mess. At least we have wood flooring; it makes cleaning up easier. Bending over is a bitch, but I know if I don't clean this, "It'll be worse later." His words ring in my ear as I stoop to gather the broken glass into the pan.

After I threw away the glass, I go to my bathroom upstairs. Bill insists on having separate bathrooms; he says I have, "To much goddamned shit lying around, don't wanna clutter the bathroom." I grab the concealer from the medicine cabinet, squirting some of the tinted goo onto my ring finger. I dabbed at the already- discolored eye area until it was sufficiently covered.
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"AND I WILL SEE ALL YOU DUDES, IN THE NEXT VIDEOOO!" I shoot my pale arms into the air as I finish my second outro of the day. After the video renders, I edit it for about an hour.

Making my way back to my bathroom, I swipe at my eyes tiredly. I still had to make dinner, and I had a few chores to do after that. I leave the door open; Bill still isn't back, but it's been about three hours since he's been gone. He'll be back in about half and hour, if he sticks to routine. I finish in the bathroom, stopping for a moment to wash my hands and wash away the make- up.
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Bill walks through the door just as I'm plating dinner. Exactly on time, as usual. He looks calmer, but that's just because he's probably a little tipsy. He'll get drunker as the day goes on. It is Friday after all, no work to worry about tomorrow. No consequence to drinking to his heart's content. No way for me to leave; he'll stay glued to my side for the whole weekend. I hated Friday.

He grabs my hips roughly after setting his keys down, causing me to jump in surprise. I was facing the sink, wiping away the debris on the dishes I had used to cook. He bites the back of my neck softly; I know what he wants, but I deny him as often as possible. I do the same now, wriggling my way out of his grasp as I head to the table. "Come eat 'fore yer food gets cold," I whisper, looking down at my plate. He gives me a look, but does as he's told. He takes the seat opposite me and takes my hand. I look up at him after I swallow my first bite. He's already half way through his dinner; I've always been a slow eater, though. He notices me looking at him, and glances up as well. "Look," he starts with a sigh, "I'm sorry I hurt you earlier. I didn't mean it. And this meal's great, Jack. Good job." I nod slowly, still looking into the jade green eyes I had fallen for. He continues, "Jack, you know I didn't mean it. I love you. Let me hear you say it. Say it, Jack: you know I didn't mean it." I avert my eyes down quickly and back up as I slowly say, "Yes, Bill. I know you didn't mean it. I love you, too." And the sad thing is, I mean it. I still love this man, as much as I did when we first moved in together. I miss those days.

A/N - Hey! So I couldn't fall asleep so I did what anyone else would do in that situation: I thought of story ideas! What do you think of this one? I'm gonna continue it (mainly cause I want to xD) but y'all's support helps too :) Also: THEM REFERENCES THO