PHILS POV
I had been crying since he left the room. I would have to estimate about 3 hours ago. My tears had somewhat dried up and my mind now focused on the uncomfortableness of this chair. I shuffled about in it but still it didn't do much.
I had thought about escape routes. The window was not an option for several reasons: my hands were tied up, I was stuck in the middle of the room and worst of all, the window was bricked up. The door was locked so no use trying that. Maybe I cou...
"I'M BACK!" The door was quickly unlocked and then locked again as Dan strutted into the room. "Did you miss me baby?" He brought his face dangerously close to mine.
"No." I threw my head straight into his, aiming for his nose.
The impact hurt my head but it must have hurt Dan more. He jumped back and clutched his nose. His hands, clothes and nose quickly stained with blood. He wiped his nose with his sleeve and looked beyond angry at me.
He looked truly terrifying. With blood smeared down him, face red with rage, eyes focused on mine, sweat starting to form along his forehead and his knuckles white as he clenched his fist.
"OH FUCKING DEAR! NAUGHTY PHILLY!" He stormed over to me.
I couldn't put on a brave face and instead I shut my eyes and braced myself for the imapct.
It stung and hurt and felt so bad. His fist flew into my face, at the side of my cheek. I became light headed and my vision stirred. I felt pain dance quickly accross my face and up into my head. My eye twitched and hurt to close and open.
Dan smiled.
"Apologise." He demanded.
"I'm sorry." I cried.
"Apologise properly."
"I'm sorry, Sir."
"Good! You still need to be punished."
I had to bite my tounge to stop myself from telling him that he's punished me enough already.
He went up to the bedside draw and pulled out an mp3 player, a little bag and some paper party hats like the ones you get in Christmas crackers.
He put on loud music that made my head hurt more.
He place a party hat on my head.
He opened the bag and crouched in close to me.
He reached into the bag and covered his finger in the contents of the bag; white powder.
He brought his finger to my nose.
"Snort." He laughed.
I obliged and my head and nose stung and throbbed.
"Now we can party." He stood up straight and turned the music up.
"What was that Dan?" I stirred.
"Cocaine Baby!" And there it was again, Dans evil villain laugh.
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Almost broken(bullied) , A phanfiction
Fiksi PenggemarAll Dan wants to do is to break the little almost broken boy. Snap him into a million tiny pieces and crush his heart with his fist but at the same time all Dan wants to do is to cuddle him on a couch and watch cute movies. The first few chapters I...
