#PyreSB : Why Sleeping Beauty Decided To Burn The World

How Can You Break Something That's Already Broken?

Dahil masaya ako today because satisfying ang BC Movie, double chapters :D

PYRE VI

How Can You Break Something That's Already Broken?
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Barbie

You are mine. You are my possession. You belong to me. His words deeply echoed in my mind. You were made for me. To do what I please. You're my puppet. You're my doll. You're my slave.

A humorless smile formed on my lips. Indeed. I'm his slave. A puppet that responds to all his whims and commands. I'm his possession.

I hate myself. I hate how I became this way. I hate the fact that despite me objecting, deep inside I yearn for him to manipulate me. To feel him treat me like I'm something that is not important.

I became a masochist. Because I fell in love with a sadist.

I hugged my knees closer as I heard the bathroom door open. He's here. He's ready. The pain will start soon. Pinilit kong itago ang sarili ko sa mga kumot na nasa higaang kinauupuan ko.

Nasa isang liblib na motel kami kung saan madalas niya akong dalhin para pahirapan. I can't even count the number of times that I let him have his way with me. And this place has always been the witness of my sufferings and pleasures. Just hearing the name of this motel would cause me to tremble in fear and excitement.

I'm pathetic.

"No need to act afraid Barbie. Alam naman nating gusto mo rin ang mangyayari." He smiled evilly as he slowly inched towards me.

Nakailang ganto na ba ng nangyayari sa aming dalawa? Na sa umpisa takot ako pero sa di kalaunan gugustuhin ko naman. Nakakabobo na. Even my reactions do not belong to me anymore. He owns me completely.

Irony. Fate's favorite pen. Fate's favorite plot. Fate's favorite language when it comes to writing people's destiny.

"Smiling? Now that's something new. Normally natatakot ka sa umpisa. Nacontrol mo na ba ang sarili mo at mga reaksiyon mo?" He knelt on the bed as he took hold of my jaw. Forcing me to raise my head. Forcing me to look at him straight in the eye. "Kelan pa Barbie?" His voice purred as he said the last word. My name.

Sa lahat ng bagay na related sa akin, yung pangalan ko lang yata ang minahal niyang talaga. Barbie. The name of a toy. The name of a doll. Bagay na bagay daw sa akin sabi niya. After all I'm a doll. I'm his doll.

Nung hindi siya nakarinig sa akin ng sagot, napabuntong hininga siya. "You know, a slave must always answer when asked a question. You need to be punished." Nanginig ako nung narinig ko yung sinabi niya. It's finally starting.

He stared at my face for a few seconds. Looking. Probing. Searching for any hint of defiance in my eyes. But there's nothing to see. I'm his doll. Dolls don't object, they just obey.

He roughly pulled my right arm as he proceeded to tie it on a bedpost. Tapos sinunod niya yung isa ko pang kamay bago niya itali yung mga paa ko. Now I can't escape. Why should I escape? I'm a doll.

He stood there looking at my nakedness as I lay there spread eagled on the bed. His eyes drinking in the scars and the bruises that he inflicted on my body. And as the towel covering his lower body fell, I saw that he was more than ready.

But he's a sadist by nature. At ang tanging gusto lang ng mga sadista ay maramdaman at makitang nahihirapan ang ibang tao. To break things. To break someone. But he's different. He likes hurting broken things. Things that doesn't care if they get shattered because from the start, there is nothing more to break. Things just like me.