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"Why do you want me..." The girl whimpered, afraid of what was to happen to her next. "Why do you want me?" She looked up at her captor, her eyes filled with tears as they spilled over the barrier and streaked het cheeks, her now-pale, undernourished skin clearly marked with tearstains from the months of her torture.
The man leaned down, and touched the girl's cheek, lifting her face up as his fingers twirled around a weapon in his other hand.
An axe.
Her eyes widened as she tried to get away, but she was held tight. She was to afraid to scream.
She was paralyzed.
She couldn't cry.
She couldn't scream.
She couldn't die.
It wad an unending loop.
And it wasn't going to end.
Her captor tilted her head and held the tip of the axe to her throat, sliding it down to her arm, her shoulder.
"You must be punished for your actions earlier," said the man, as he raised the axe overhead. "Don't worry, I'll give you a new one in the morning."
With those words, he swung the axe downwards, as she threw her head back, a scream echoing from her throat as the axe cut into her arm, blood spurting out of it as it was severed from her shoulder.
The girl wreathed, squirmed, and shuddered as teats left her eyes and screams and cries resounded from her throat.
"Please..." She whispered as her vision began to fade.
The man only hovered over her, axe in hand as he watched her scream and wreathe in pain beneath him. "Please..."
That plea lingered on her lips as she fell back onto the concrete cell floor, splattered with her own blood and the blood of other countless victims.
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"Ayama!" A familiar voice cried and I shot up, scooting away from the figure above me.
"Stop!" I yelled, the dream still fresh in my mind. "Please! Stop!" I wreathed, my arm throbbing as I it actually had been severed. "Get away from me!" I covered my face with my hands, crying as I shook.
"Ayama," I heard a soft voice, and my heart began to calm. "Uncover your face," it ordered, and I complied. I opened my tear filled eyes to meet hazel ones and I began to cry again.
"Aoba," I said and collapsed into his arms, rubbing my own to make sure it really had not been injured.
"What's going on?" Another voice joined the chaos as Aoba and I looked up to see Koujaku and Beni, their eyes filled with worry.
"Are you okay?" Koujaku asked softly, and I nodded, wiping my tears away.
"Just a n-nightmare..." I said softly as Aoba hugged me again.
"I shouldn't have left you alone," he said softly, caressing my back and hair. "I should've stayed with you like I always do." I hugged the boy tighter, crying as he held me close, running his fingers through my hair as i struggled to focus my thoughts away from the dream. I felt a little more comforted, but the dream still swirled in my brain, feeling more and more real the more I thought about it...
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The Life of a Hybrid
Fanfiction*WARNING: CONTAINS DETAILED PORTIONS OF GORE, VIOLENCE, AND LANGUAGE* ~~IN PROGRESS~~ ~~A DRAMAtical Murder FanFiction~~ Ayama was just a girl trying to find her way down the path of life. She had lived with Aoba and Tae ever since she was eight yea...
