Shackles

     It only takes one massive, terrified scream to make a smile spread across my face. The fact that I have her, every inch of her, is what keeps me going. I don't care in what condition she is or what the consequences might be, I have her. She can't leave me-I was positive about that. I didn't want to take chance of someone so cruel, insecure, and mentally insane roaming around the ancient grounds of Earth. When she was kept with me, she couldn't damage anything except for my outlooks and my perceptions.

     I had let this drag on for too long. I had let her ruin the mind, body, and soul of so many people. They were innocent but to her they were dangerous. They were the people that she thought wasn't worthy enough. She didn't like them, so she killed them. She turned off their communication to the world, so now, it was my turn to do the same for her.

     She had ruined my life. She dug deep into the cracks and found out everything I was against, scared of, hated and admired. She used them against me. I went through pain and agony, so it was only fair that I made her feel the same way. Revenge was sweet but the agony was sweeter.

     I placed her in a room where she couldn't see anything. No windows, no light bulbs. Only the light coming from under the metal door that kept her hidden from the outside of the world. Sometimes I would stand next to that specific door and listen to the sobs and cries that escaped her. The sounds made me calm. They made me feel strong, powerful. I had never been that way around her. I was weak and useless. It was a wonder why she hadn't plotted to take my life next. I guess I controlled her and trapped her before she even thought about me.

     Nothing about her was beautiful. She was ugly, dirty, and disgusting. I hated her, but her pain gave me joy. I liked to know that she was in pain. It was my turn to feel the joy that she felt, when her only concern was to ruin everything there was about me.

     I tied chains to her ankles to prevent her from moving around too much. That was a good plan- at first. I should have known that she wouldn't have sat there. I should have known that she would be determined to somehow-someway- get out of that dark place. Her ankles started to get blisters on them from where she would kick, trying to break out of the chains. The constant sound of the chain was annoying and when she began punching the walls, it only got on my nerves more.

    Tieing chains around her wrists was the only thing that would stop the sounds that gave me a constant headache. I'd tell her to be quiet, but just like every other time, she didn't listen.

     She was careless, even though I had total control. She wanted to break free, that I was sure of, but she didn't realize that I would never free her from the chains-even if she behaved.

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     I stood in front of the metal door, listening to her screaming and pleading. "Please, let me go! You have no right to keep me here." My eyes shot open at hearing her statement. I had no right to keep her? She had a right to kill innocent people, though?

      "Crazy, mentally challenged, stupid girl." I mumbled, rolling my neck and keeping my eyes shut. I couldn't let her get to me. That was probably what she wanted to do. Get inside my head and make me believe that she was a sweet little girl contributing to the common good-not the insane killer contributing to pure evil.

     "Are you trying to kill me?" She shouted. I tried to control the anger that was boiling inside of me but the rage was building up to a point where I wouldn't be able to contain it.

     Bursting through the door, the light from the corridor that I was standing, flooded into the dark room. She was curled into a ball, hugging her scrapped knees. Her strawberry blonde hair was matted to her forehead. Scars and scabs covered her because of her many attempts to break out of my secret room. She had failed plenty of times, leaving a scar on her at every attempt.