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I MADE MY WAY BACK TO MY ROOM without being seen in the hallways, I don't think I would have been able to handle the embarrassment if someone had seen me in this state, all bruised up and weak.
The shower I am currently taking is so hot, that I am suprised it doesn't melt my skin right off my bones.
As the scalding liquid touches my skin, pain shoots through me, sharp and biting. It felt like fire, yet I couldn't pull away. The discomfort is a welcome distraction from the deeper agony within. Each moment in the boiling water is a battle, but I pressed on, desperate to wash away the disgust that had settled in my bones.
I always felt disgusted after one of his punishments, either physical or mental.
I watch as my blood drips onto the floor and into the water, flowing down the drain while staining the white floor red.
I step out of the shower and start drying myself, not bothering to look into a mirror, because I know that the moment I see my face, that I will break down.
My skin is red, the flaming hot water left its marks and I feel a strange sense of peace. The bruises on my skin are now covered with burns I made myself. The burns were things I had done, things I had caused. Some I had control over.
It feels nice, having control over something. Something like this.
I put on some black, baggy jeans with an oversized black sweater. It's a pathetic attempt to cover up my body, but I don't care, not at all.
I walk out of the bathroom and sit at my desk, my back not touching the back of my chair because of the bruises. I want to drown in thoughts, when I remember I promised Juliette I would help her escape this cruel place.
I open a drawer with the blue-prints of this place, there are multiple exits. One is close to her room, with almost no security surrounding it. I start mesmerising how to get to the exit when a knock on the door breaks me out of my thoughts.
I really don't want to deal with anyone, "Come in."
Kenji walks in. Forget what I just said, I want to deal with him. I put on my best fake smile and nod at him.
He walks in, his signature smirk in place as he walks over to me. "Heeey princess, how did your little private meeting go, eh?" He asks, his voice playful but I can hear some concern behind it.
Again, forget what I just said, I really don't want to deal with anyone right now.
"Good," my smile drops and my voice is cold.
He frowns, his smirk transforming in something more sincere. "You sure? You can tell me, princess." He pauses, "I won't tell anyone, Pinky promise." There it is, him masking his concern and worries with humour.
