"We like our sins tainted in a little crimson."
Feeling the tip of something cold and sharp dragging up my chest, making its way toward my throat.
I whimpered when one tightened the clamps, making everything heightened.
"I want to feel your blood c...
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Hugging the t-shirt closer to my body, I felt bare and ripped open. They unchained me, then held me down when I tried to bolt. I threw on the large shirt they handed me.
I was conflicted by their actions. Degrading me and hurting me, it did scare me. But now the fear felt repetitive, addictive. It altered my DNA and sent shivers down me each time they touched me.
Ares tried persuading me to drink the glass of water.
He got slapped across the face.
I felt the safest around him though, I wasn't even sure if he hurt people or not. His hands are too soft and delicate to have blood stains.
I'm still in the same bed, now under the covers and farthest from the door. I was numb but tears couldn't stop rolling down my cheeks, I wiped them on the covers.
Someone was in here with me, whispering to me. Screaming to me, I didn't mind the company. All I cared about was that he was getting blood on my shirt and splattering it on my face as well.
Why did you kill me? He cried
How dare you take my life away from me
You are a monster
I have nothing because of you
Why?
He begged me the question again and again. All I could muster was small apologies. It's been hours like this, I'm far past screaming. I want to sleep but the maggots in his mouth keep my eyelids pried wide.
This was purgatory, a never-ending torment. We've met before I thought, I've met everyone before. I can't remember, again I can't remember again and again I tell my brain.
Too lost in my own delusions to notice a weight on the sheets at the edge of the bed frame. "Would you like to talk?" Quiet words for once in a while. I missed quiet.
"I want to go home."
"No."
I frowned at him, my vision blurry with old and fresh tears. It looked like he knew what I'd gone through for hours like he saw right through me.
