I evaded his arms, how dare he still belive him self to be my boyfriend. "No thank you" I hissed, the shakles around my wrists clanked as I swung. So close, I was so close to hurting him, so close to his face.
He smirked in satisfaction and grabbed my wrist and pressed it to his cheek lovingly. I struggled but succesfully got out of his grasp, and I managed to scratch him, making a long, deep, gash that cut through his eyebrow, almost all of his eyelid, and the top of his cheek, courtousy of rusty old shakles.
"You are disgusting" I said during that. I smiled internally no doubt it will get infected. He felt the sting, his expression showed hurt and anger, but mostly anger.
He pushed me back onto the stone floor and spat on me. "Filthy" he said before leaving me to die.
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Short Stories
Short StoryJust some random short stories that I never continued or finished. Some may be fanfictions and others purley made from my imagination. Thank you.
