Since then (Ciel X Male Shota reader) *Book 1*

I hate it |Chapter 6|

About a week later, I was about ready to get the hell outta here. But that's the fucking thing. I can't. There's no fucking escape what so fucking ever. I hate myself for getting so venerable. So whatever they're physically hurt me I fell pain. I used to take pain like a bitch and not complain but now...

Now I'm as venerable as a lost puppy. I hate it. I hate it all. I've counted how many times I've screamed from the horrendous pain. I fucking hate how many tally marks are on the wall telling me how many times. It feels like Ive been in this hell hole for years. When In reality..... I haven't. It's been a week. And there's already more tally marks of me being venerable then how many days there are in a month (meaning you have only been here for a week yet there are so many tally marks reminding you how many times you have been venerable). I can't take it. Oh how I hate it.... I hate it..... I hate it....

There was an old dusty mirror in the bedroom I'm being held in. I went till get up. But a pain wrenching shock went up my back and into my left arm. I winced gritting my teeth together. I finally got up. Walking through pain off. Grabbing my white chalk writing another tally mark. I placed the chalk down gently and steadily walked towards the mirror. I looked like I was just hit by a train. My lip was cut. My hair was all messy. My white shirt stained with blood along with my blue jeans. My white shoes held the reddest color they could ever be (meaning there's a lot of blood on them). My (e/c) eyes that held no emotion and no sign signalling there's a point of living anymore. My buff yet tiny arms scattered with cuts and bruises. My face the same way with my arms. I looked around the ancient looking room. Dust all on the air. The window that was covered by blinds and curtains therefore it aloud no one but of light to shed in their dark depressing room. Wiping the dusty mirror sighing painfully making my chest hurt. I showed no emotion. I walked towards the wall of Tally's. Wiping away all the chalky white lines. I changed clothes into my red flannel and a black leather jacket along with black skinny jeans and red shoes. I didn't mind fixing my hair. I walked off all the pain that rang throughout my body and kicked my locked door open. Walking down the empty halls. Finding out where they hid my guns I grabbed my shotgun. A pistol.  And my sniper rifle. Shoving extra bullets in my pocket.

'I'm getting out of here.' I thought.

"Today. Right now." I spoke aloud.

It's night time. Meaning it should make it easier to leave this place without a trace. I walked towards the large doors kicking the bitches open too. I finally saw what the world looked like. Well. Even though it's been a week I still can't help but grow a little weak at the sight. I quickly- yet quietly shut the big doors. Running off into the front on the mansion. Passing by all the flowers and plants, climbing over the gate landing on the other side. I ran through the forest and into the city. Running to where I know I can be helped and where AI can trust someone. My little brother.....

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