Never Let Me Go

ABYSS

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE 

He's a stupid, stupid boy my dear Niall is. He has something seriously wrong with him to think he can just do what he wants and start sobbing about his fake friends and family behind my back. 

It's been a month, a long and agonizing month for me since I threw the pretty little thing in my cellar downstairs. I've given him food and water of course, but just small bits and nothing close to what he usually got when he was upstairs sharing a room with me. He needs to learn, be punished for the thing he decided to do to me. He hurt me a lot, made me feel worthless and unloved just like my mother did. 

No matter how much I tell him, he still thinks those people love and care about him. He doesn't realize that no one can love him like I can, no one can take care of him like me. That's why I did this, if I isolate him he will finally understand how much he will suffer without me. It will be etched into his brain forever that he can't breath, think, and feel without me. 

But it's becoming too much torture for myself, I miss him a lot. My nights are boring and dreadful with me just reading or painting. I have no creativity without him posing for me or looking so pretty on my bed. Our bed, I should correct myself. 

So it's time to test the results to my experiment, see if he really has taken me into consideration finally. If not, then he will be in there longer. I am sure he won't like that, the way he begged and cried until his voice was sore whenever I came in to give him a shitty excuse for a meal. I hadn't given him food or water for a week before I started to leave him some bread and a glass of water, but that was only once a week because I still don't feel he deserves even the simplest privilege of having those things. 

I am getting giddy now, and my writing is getting sloppy at how excited I have got myself. I need to go and see him now. 

Hopefully my punishment has worked, and if it has I have our next romantic date set up, 

Timothy _______,

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There was no sounds, no voices or the static of a radio or television muffled from upstairs. There was no light, nothing but darkness that Niall stared into, he couldn't look at himself or his surrounds, never knew how big or small the room was around him. There was no food or water, Niall's mouth and throat dry and stomach empty and aching. All of these things he was deprived of for days now, the hours, minutes, and seconds ticking by with him knowing nothing about what date it was.

This was hell, not being chained to a bed, not being raped, not being raped, not being beaten. No, this right here, being draped into darkness where all he had was his own thoughts was the ultimate breaking point he came to. Now he knew exactly why Timothy did this to him, get him isolated and damaged beyond repair so when he'd finally get dragged out of this blackhole the man would be treated with respect.

Timothy was a smart, smart man. It frustrated Niall a lot, how intelligent he was and how he knew how to make Niall crumble. Sure, Timothy wasn't the smartest when it came to understanding the word 'no' or when someone doesn't want to love him back, but everything else he was a genius towards.

When the door did finally open, Niall had never felt so blind. It was like he was staring into the sun when the light suddenly spewed into the room he was in, making him whimper and shut his eyes as tightly as possible with a cringe on his expression. He was too weak to move away or curl up into a ball to protect himself from whatever was coming next, so he just stayed in the same position he had been in for these couple of days, slowly adjusting to the light shining into his face.