of lies and misfits

Uhtceare

One of my favorite writings hehe

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The night was dark and the breeze was cold. People were nowhere to be seen.

"Aw, honey, are you still afraid of me?" She flinched under his touch, sweat and tears covering her face. He smirked at her and dragged her with the chair she has been sitting on towards the emergency light, the only light source available inside this dark room, as it started to flicker. "You are still afraid of me. Aw, don't worry, my love."

"Please, Ivan, let me go. I'm so sorry, I- I love you, I promise." Her sobs matched the sound of the rain from outside. Her hands, still tangled with a rope tightly tied around them, continued to shake vigorously. "Oh, come on," Ivan chuckled as he grabbed a knife from the nearby table, "I know you don't love me... That's why this little baby is here with us tonight."

He scraped her arm with the weapon rather harshly, earning a scream from her. The lightning struck from the skies and the dogs from outside the den came howling out and around of fear. A tint of red slowly started to smear on the side of her long-sleeved shirt.

"You made me do this, honey. Don't ever forget how much fun you had with that Nathan guy... Remember the nights you spent on his bed? I hope you do, Mary. I hope you do." More of her tears mixed with the sweat dripping from her forehead. "Do you remember? That Nathan guy?" He continued grazing her cheeks with the knife he had on his hands while she sobbed as the rain fell harder. "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!"

"I do... I do, Ivan, and I'm sorry, I-" "Stop saying you love me, my dear... We all know I'm the only one who loved between us two."

He reached into his pocket and took out a piece of crumpled paper. "So, do you see this?" He unfolded it and knelt in front of her. He started wiping her tears with the paper with one hand, the other still busy travelling with the knife all over her arm. "This... Is the contract... We've both agreed on... For marriage."

Her sobs were now more evident than before. He tilted his head while looking at her intently. "You know what? You're so beautiful."

Another sharp screech came from her throat as the color of war dominated the side of her clothing. He smiled, "Now I understand why that Nathan guy wants you so bad. Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences."

He got up and reached for the switch of the light, turning it off. Just as a loud grumble from the sky was heard, a woman's pleads of mercy shattered every wall of the room. A few seconds later, the flickering light went back on.

"So... Nathan. How is it witnessing the death of the woman you wanted?"

He faced me, the first acknowledgement I received for tonight. "If in case you need your woman... Here she is." He walked closer to me, the knife still in his hand, as I was tied to a chair on the far end corner of the room. He placed something on my thighs. "Isn't she beautiful?" He asked. "We both want her but if I can't have her alone then neither do you. But you can have her pretty face." Gravity suddenly seemed topsy-turvy.

"You're an asshole, Ivan." I tried fighting despite the helpless state I am in, causing her head to roll down my legs and travel on the floor like a lost ball.

"Not much of an asshole like you, though." He knelt in front of me and smirked. "You have an affair. I have this," he shoved the marriage contract on my face.

With a quick shift, the knife ran across a slit on my throat. "If I can't have her alone then neither do you," he said as the world was slowly turned into a blur, "Now, what can you see? A crumpled paper? Trash? A piece of shit? Whatever it is, that's how things will end. We can't go back and fix everything we did from the beginning. There is no pause button, everything will end in pieces, in chaos, in dismantled mess, and there's no turning back because the end is coming after you in many ways."