TW‼️:: self harm, thoughts of suicide, abusive language, mentions of abuse, mature themes; 16+
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"Get me a beer, recruit!" You hear his voice boom down upon you. "Get it yourself." You scoffed, crossing your arms as you looked directly at him. "Did I stutter?" He asked, walking towards you as he grabbed your face, forcefully. His nails dug into your cheek, you raised your eyebrows; trying to pry his hands from your cheeks. "Get me a couple beers and pour it for me while you're at it." He finishes his order with a smirk. You swallowed your pride, stalking over to the fridge in the far back. You opened the door before closing it with a loud slam, pulling out three bottles of beer that you brought back to him, placing them down in front of him. He tapped his mug with a smirk, "Pour it for me." He ordered. You let out a small sigh, twisting the cork with your hands as it comes off. You leaned the bottle onto the edge of the mug, pouring the beer into his mug. "Now, why don't you make me something to eat?" He asked, smirking at you. 'You think this is funny?' You narrowed your eyes at him. "Did I stutter? Go make me something to eat!" He shoved you into the small area—where they'd had a kitchen. "This is all you're good for. To serve me." He chuckled, sitting a few feet away from you. "Fuck you." You gritted out, throwing the dishes and pots into the sink as you got ready to wash them. You reached for the pipe only to have your whole head yanked back. He grabbed a fistful of your hair in his hand, squeezing tightly as he pressed himself against you. He growled, pushing your head into the cupboard as you let out a slight cry in pain. "Stop being so pathetic." He grunted. "Make sure you make something I can actually eat, this time." You stared at the dishes in the sink as you washed them, thoughts running through your mind. 'Why you?' You thought, asking yourself as you glanced over at him. He didn't notice you looking at him, taking a sip of his beer as the placed his legs on the table.
After around 45minutes was done, so was the food. You looked at the time, noticing that it was getting late. You served the food in front of him as he looked up at you. "And what exactly is this?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at you. "Sausage Roll. Eat, I have more if you need." You responded to him, turning away as you walked back to the kitchen. You turned on the kettle, heating up the water as you waited for it to boil. "Bring me two more." He grunted, letting out a burp as you reached to grab a plate. You opened the container, placing two more sausage rolls in a plate as you walked towards him again, setting it down in front of him without a word. "Attagirl." He says, slapping your ass. You jumped startled, "Did you just-" your tone raised slightly. "What? Can't handle a little touching?" He looked at you with a smirk, standing up as he towered over you. "I was just praising you." He shrugged, eyeing your body with his intense gaze. "Don't you ever touch me-" You hissed, until he interrupted. "I'll touch you whenever I want, wherever I want. Got that, princess?" He grabbed your chin, swiping his thumb over your lips. "I'll report you." You glared at him, crossing your arms. He chuckled, "Who will believe you?" he laughed, taking a few steps closer while you backed away. He grabbed your chin, pulling you towards him forcefully. His lips attached to your ear, "You think you can take me down? Have at it." He growled, scoffing as he released you, pushing you towards the ground. He stepped on your chest, the weight of his foot crushing your insides. A tear slipped from your eye, falling down your cheek. "I don't understand why you're treating me like this!" You shouted as you looked at him. Tears started to well up in your eyes as you felt humiliated by him. "Don't be so pathetic." He grinned, staring down at you. You glared at him, "You're the one that's pathetic. Does it feel nice to abuse a woman? I'm sure it does for men like you." You spat, pulling on his pants as you tried to pry his foot from your chest. "Pathetic? No, I don't abuse women. I'm just teaching you, your place." He dismissed your words, pulling his foot off your chest. "I hate you!" You shouted, standing to your feet as you ran out of the room.
Your tears began to fall, blurring your vision as you tried to run past anyone you saw. You stopped in front of your quarters, opening the door as you slammed it shut. You locked it, reaching into your dresser as you grabbed a box cutter, heading straight to the bathroom. You closed the door, locking it before sliding down the walls as you shoved your face into your knees. You raised your head, clutching the blade in your hands as you thought to yourself. You cried, recalling all the things he did to you these past 3months.
It didn't feel like anything to cry about. It felt like it wasn't that serious, that maybe you should just suck it up. You shoved your head in your hands, letting out sniffles every 5seconds. It hurt your pride, you felt humiliated. You were being walked upon all over by him. If you had to be honest; his insults did hurt a lot. You were insulted your whole life, it's nothing new. You just didn't understand why his insults hurt so much. You do know one thing for sure; You hate it here. You want to be gone, just to disappear and never come back. You thought to yourself, wincing as you carved a line into your arm, followed by two more before you take a breath. The lines started out as light red before small droplets of blood, started rolling down your arm. Your tears came harder, carving another set of 3 lines on your arm. You felt the despair as you thought about your life here. 'What did you do so bad to deserve this kind of treatment?' You felt, helpless. You didn't like feeling that way either. Tears blurred your vision as you carved another set of lines into your skin. Tears rolled down your cheek, feeling the sting that the wounds brought. You swallowed, slouching against the wall as you tried to cope with your problems.
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i don't know, man. i got the idea from talkie with my simon riley ai. 😭 i like talking to them.
the next chapter is going to be sweeter, less abusive language and mature themes. i hope you enjoy the chapter. 🖤
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skulls | simon riley imagines.
أدب الهواةa collection of simon riley imagines. i had some ideas and wanted to write it out. - some imagines might be short. . . . TW‼️:: self harm, violence, su!c!de, thoughts of su!c!de, abusive language, blood, and mentions of depression = mature themes;...
