Year 2017
You is a Russian because I say so.
Character Name: Speech (Talking)
Thinking
No Name - Action or something
---(3rd Person POV)---
3 Years Old -
Y/N along with M/N and F/N sit In the living room
You're watching a show called Teen Titans Go, you don't really like nor dislike
It was a normal day, a little after 9:30 am when the door is suddenly broken open and a group of men enter
Man: Take the kid. Kill the parents.
He orders, the others quickly send a bullet through your parents heads, before you can react the butt of one of the guns hit you in the face, not much but enough to knock your tiny self out
---(A few hours later?)---
You wake up what you assume is a few hours later. You're in what you think is a warehouse of sorts, chained to the wall via the wrists and ankles
Y/N: H-hello...?
You call out, scared and confused. You hear a door open and see the man from before, he walks over with a bit full of various things.
Man: Hello there~
Y/N: W-what do you want!
Man: Oh, nothing... Just some fun.
He pulls out a knife, your eyes widen as your eyes land on the knife.
Y/N: What are you doing...?
Your voice trembles, the man just grins.
---(A couple hours later because i didn't wanna describe this cuz I'm lazy)---
The man leaves, taking the bag with him, you lay on the floor, various cuts, bruises and even burns along your body, tears rolling down your face as you lay there.
You look up at the ceiling, your body is covered in wounds, you don't know how you're alive currently...
Y/N: Momma... Dada...
Tears run down your face as you start sobbing while calling for your parents.
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This torture continued for months, after 5 months of almost daily torture, you don't even react to it anymore, your eyes devoid of any emotions as you stare blankly at the man torturing you.
His only reason for doing it is "Fun" and "It's a good stress reliever"
You've tried to escape but you're so weak from all the beatings and little food and water that you can't do anything to the thick chains that keep you from moving much.
Your hair has grown long for it not being cut, your eyes surrounded by eye bags and black eyes from him beating you.
You don't even know the man's name, you just call him "Mean Man"
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---(Your POV)---
"Dear Mental diary"
"It's been... About 2 since the Mean Man took me..."
"The Mean Man tells me how long I've been here every time he visits..."
"I'm now 5... Almost 6... I have dozens of scars along my body... I don't even feel the pain anymore. It's more of an inconvenience to me at this point."
"He's been feeding me more since I've been 'good'... Still not enough for me to escape but I have some roam of the area, not nearly enough to reach anything of importance though."
I sigh, laying on the thin prison mattress he gave me.
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Dear Mental Diary
It's been a little over 5 years since I was first taken here. I finally learned his name... It's Kaluki... That's what he told me at least.
I'm 8 now, it's been so long I can't remember what sunlight looks like...
He's been feeding me more since I'm growing and my body needs more nutrients... I've been able to slightly loosen one of the chains. Not enough to get it off but it's a start.
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Dear Mental Diary
It's been a bit over 10 years at this point... I haven't bothered to do this mental diary thing in a while... I don't even know why I do it. I'm about 13 and 1/2 now.
But... I'm doing it today because I think today's the day that I escape... Or attempt to anyway. I've gotten the chains loose enough... I don't really know how I did though.
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---(Y/N POV I Think)---
Today is one of the days where Kaluki won't be doing the torture thing so now the time.
Okay... Let's do this...
I pull my arms forwards, trying to pull the chains out of the wall.
After about 7 minutes you manage to get them all out, taking a step forward, almost falling but you manage to catch yourself, standing upright.
I continue walking, looking around for something to use as a weapon.
My eyes stop on a screwdriver that he must've forgotten about since it was on the opposite side of the warehouse.
You walk over to it, grabbing it and use it to pry the chains off from around your wrists and ankles, the chains fall to the floor.
Finally... Now let's get out of here...
You walk over to the door before stopping and hiding behind it, hearing footsteps before the door opens
Kaluki: I'm really pissed, so I-...
His eyes widen when he sees that you aren't there
You use the opportunity to jam the screwdriver into his back, he screams in pain.
You quickly grab his pocket knife stabbing it into his throat, he falls to the floor, choking on his own blood...
He looks up at you, his eyes wide, his hands around his throat trying to stop the bleeding but it doesn't matter. The blood keeps flowing... Something clicks inside you... You feel... Excited at the sight of the blood... Wanting to see more... You stand the knife into his heart, watching as his body goes limp, dead.
You look at the blood... Having an urge to taste it... Before you know it you dip your finger in the blood bringing your finger to your mouth and licking the blood off...
That's when you actually realized...
Y/N:.... I just killed a man...
He doesn't seem scared or frightened... Quite the opposite actually... You feel... Excited... Happy... Thrilled even... At the idea of you killing someone...
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Author's Notes -
I know it's kinda rushed but I wanna get to the good part
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