I laid lost in this chamber. I curl with my knees tucked into my chest. My chamber really wasn't a chamber. It was a huge bed with nice silky sheets. The poofiest pillows I've ever felt before in my life. I was in a small luxury that anyone would love to have. There's nothing good about it. A flat screen TV, a bathroom with a garden tub, and even a nicely laid out tray of foods to taste. I skimmed over them and felt disgusted to my stomach. He had awful taste buds. No windows. Only a door that bolted locked. I curl my knees tighter thinking of William.
I needed that man to hold me tight, and pet my head for me.
His embrace releases those tightly locked chains around me and I can feel like the of other human.
They doesn't mean much to some people; but my reasons made it simple to feel completely dead inside from not having my locks and chains broken. The dope was fun, but I didn't really care. I'll give up fun and being a drug addict just to be able to see him again.
I love you William...
[William's POV]
I was almost there, almost at the very end of this hell of a road. I couldn't wait to release all of this built up hatred. I've gripped the wheel tight ever since I've left. I see a shack.
I pulled right in
I parked the car
Locked the doors
And turned off the lights.
I pulled my cigarettes out of my front jacket pocket. I flipped the top opened and grabbed my lighter out of it. I put the cigarette up to my lips and lit the tip. I took a drag and blew it out slowly.
Trying to calm myself now isn't the easiest thing to do. I wanted to believe the nicotine was working.
I crumbled the end of it into the ashtray. I got out and made my way to the front door. I knocked on the door. Actually, I beat my fists on the door. The door swung open and out came a big guy with a snarl on his face. I was surprised, and then he pulled me inside the tiny shack and threw me down on the ground. My head jerked up to see him slam the door and keep his arms crossed."I know you were here to beat Cheice's ass; but he's not here." He smirked.
"Then what the fuck am I in here for?" I yelled at him. I need to beat his ass so I can get back to Aniia. We can go back home and we can be fixed.
"He wanted me to fuck you up." I smirked at his remark and let out a chuckle.
"Whatever, I'm not worried about your dumbass." He started to get closer. I punched him in the jaw. He roared back and looked at me with wide eyes.
"Muscle weights more than fight, come on!" He ran towards me and moved to the side. I suppose he went to grab me because he reached his arms and lunged forward. He hit the ground. I ran up to his and pushed his face into the ground with his wrists in my hands.
"Where the FUCK is he?!" It was fucking stupid at this point."He, he went to his house up in the hills. That's all I know!" I pushed his face into the ground some more. I think I heard his nose collapse.
"I swear to you that's all I know!" He started crying and I had to find out where the hills were.
"Where the fuck is The Hills?"
"Go 400 miles up the road on the left leaving out of here. That's the hills! Please stop." I let go of the back of his head. I walked out of the tiny shack. I hopped into the car and skidded off into The Hills."
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(William Control) Kiss me, Judas
Hayran KurguAniia hasn't lived in a stable home for quite some time. She's been horribly addicted to drugs. Whatever she can get, however she can get them. She's mostly on the streets. Sometimes she has a "friend" she can stay with, that isn't very often though...