The Demons Lost Mark.

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Dallas POV

As he left the room I hung my head in defeat and began to cry. Why me? Why of all the horrible people in the world. In this town even. That deserve this kind of treatment. Why me instead of them? What have I done to deserve this? I had so many questions and no answers. I've tried everything I can to escape this chair and this place that i'm just exhausted. Emotionally, mentally, and physically exhausted. It's only been two days and he has more things to do to me he said. I don't think I can last.

But I have to. I need to. To show this man that no matter what he does he wont break me. Hell, I don't even know what he looks like. None the less his name. But he knows my name, and about how my family died and where I work. He knows everything. The nightmares started three years ago but ever since I've been stuck here over the last two days they haven't existed. What did he mean that he's my nightmare?

I assume its night time so I go ahead and doze off. Its my only option. About twenty minuets after I fell asleep I hear the door creak open. Its not morning yet is it? I open my eyes just enough to see his glowing red eyes coming towards me. I make it look like i'm still sleeping as he leans down and stares at my face. He's just there, staring at me. A smile came across his face. Not the usual evil ' i'm gonna stab you ' smile. This was a genuine normal smile. His K-9's weren't sharp daggers they were normal. He placed his hand on my injured cheek and I could hear him mutter "I'm sorry that it's come to this."

I don't remember anything after that. When I woke up fully I was in a different room. The same room from my last nightmare before I was kidnapped. He walked in with his usual evil grin and walked over to the table on the other side of the room. It had newer weapons and what seemed to be new things he could try on me. Great, I went from two star torture service to five star. So nice of him.

"You may be wondering where we are. Well it should be familiar to you. But this is my home. My real home. The place you were before was just temporary until I found you. I'm pretty sure you'll like it here more. Considering things are about to get a little more intense. For you anyway." He chuckled out the last part and came towards me empty handed. I was in a wooden chair that felt like it was covered in spikes. If I moved a tiny bit a part of me would get a small sting.

"I don't advise moving, considering the fact that each time you move the chair is designed to put splinters in you." He came up to me and stood towering over me. I just glared trying to hide my fear from him. All I could make out was his eyes and that he was tall. It was too dark for anything else. Then he turned a light on and my eyes began to burn from the bright light. I blinked several times then I finally got to see my kidnapper fully. It was the stranger I helped. I should of know from his voice but I couldn't put the pieces together.

"A little surprised are we? That's what you get for talking to strangers. Didn't your parents ever teach you anything?"

"Don't you DARE bring them into this. They have nothing to do with anything." I growled.

"Well considering they are dead I would hope not" he laughed.

I felt my blood begin to boil under my skin. My ears were hot and felt like I had steam coming out of them. He just laughed even more.

"Oh aren't we cute when we're mad? Its a shame really that I have to do this to you. But trust me, this pains me more so than it does you Dallas." he said as he walked to the table and picked up a serrated knife. "Now you can scream all you want. No one will hear you here." He said getting louder with each word. "So go on and let it all out." he said in a low voice next to my ear as he sliced my arm. Making sure he didn't cut anything major. I held my breath and shut my eyes. I'm not going to give in. I'm not going to give him that.

"Oh Dally not this again. What didn't you learn from the last time." With each word I earned a new cut on my arms. "Actually, I have a better Idea." He grabbed the front of my shirt and split it in two. "Oh look, a new canvas for me how nice." He grabbed a scalpel and sliced just under my rib cage. I held out for as long as I could growling at him. I glared and stared directly at him as he cut me. I wasn't going to show him what he wanted this time. He wanted to get to know me so how about knowing the pissed off side first. He took the scalpel and made small cuts on my stomach. Each one hurt and burned like hell. What finally made me lose it had to be the worst he's done yet. He grabbed a small dagger and plunged it into my other thigh while laughing but he twisted it and grabbed another and stabbed through my left hand. I let out a scream of pain then felt a wave of anger wash over me. This same routine went on for about a week. Adding a new weapon to the mix until I finally snapped.

"You ignorant piece of shit. Why? Why me? What did I do to you to deserve this? How in the hell could I be mixed up with a monster like you? Go ahead, cut, slice, tear, and chip away at me. You are never going to break me. Never. I wont let you. You'll die before I give in to any of this. You want me dead? Then kill me dammit! I don't care anymore! I've had enough bullshit in my life that if this is the way I go out then fine. At least I'll have a story to tell while you rot in hell for this. I'll make sure to keep this up until the day I die. You won't break me. but I'll make sure to do the same to you once I get out of this chair. You think you're creative? Oh hon you HAVEN'T MET ME YET!!" I yelled at him and he took the daggers out and backed off. His face looked surprised and, hurt? He actually looked hurt at what I said? What the hell? The red in his eyes stopped glowing and his teeth went back to normal. He dropped the daggers on the floor and walked up to me. This time when he grabbed my arms he was gentle. I had bruises from the times before in the shape of his hand.

He looked me in my eyes and I couldn't hold up anymore, tears streamed down my face as I tried to stay angry. But I just couldn't. This man was here torturing me and killing my existence and I was falling for the man? No, I can't, that's stupid. But he leaned to my face and leaned his forehead against mine. I couldn't move I was frozen and confused then he whispered, "I'm sorry Dallas. I'm so sorry." My mouth fell open as he walked away. He turned just enough so I could see some of his face and the last thing he said before walking out the door.

"The names Dark, and I've lost to you."

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Oh. My. Goodness. Well that was a roller coaster wasn't it? I felt punches in my feels writing it. Is it just me that's a little emotional? Wait until the next chapter. I may be punching your feels some more. SO bring a shield or something.

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