Apathy |♚NaLu♔|

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    A putrid scent circulated throughout the enclosed room, flooding into the nose of the unconscious blond. Awakened by the smell, her eyelids flutter open, revealing the gorgeous amber eyes beneath. She attempts to stretch her limbs, only to fail in the process. Slightly furrowing her eyebrows, she looks around, only to realize..that she was definitely not at home.

    Specimen containers covered the cement walls, along with various medical equipment, that appeared like they weren't being used for their original purposes. The  floor was stained with red fluid, which was dripping from the tiles, and into a drain near the far corner. Frantically, she begins to thrash around, taking a glimpse upward. Her limbs were bound by rope, which was tied to a machine that held her weight. Duck-tape was carefully pressed over her mouth, muffling her pointless screams.

     "There's no use in shouting, dear. You'll just strain that beautiful voice of yours." A gentle voice murmurs from the opposing side of the room, causing her to glance over. It was a fairly tall man with a tanned skin and onyx green eyes, cleaning off a knife with a worn, bloody towel. He stood in front of a stainless steel sink, rinsing the vital fluid on his palms. Her eyes widened in trepidation and she began to convulse violently.

      "Oh dear, would you like your medicine now or later? I forgot about those symptoms of yours." He whispers, ambling over to her trembling frame. In one hand, he held a small container of white pills, and in the other, a crystal glass of water.Carefully, he approaches her and tilts her head back, making a minimal effort to relieve her from shock. He twists open the cap to the container and places two of the capsules into his mouth, not swallowing them, but holding them. He leant down to her face and placed his lips atop of hers, releasing the tablets into her mouth or onto her tongue.

    Carefully, he pours the remnant of the water down her throat and closes her lips. Allowing her to swallow the medicine, he backs away and gradually returning back to the sink. He reaches toward the nearest wall, and grabs an empty container, along with a syringe. The male walks back over to her and presses his finger tips to her wrist, checking her pulse. He nods and looks around for a moment, grabbing a tourniquet from the table beside her head, and tying it around her bicep.

    "This will only hurt for a moment, but please bear the pain." He whispers quietly, removing the cover from the needle. Her gaze averts to his actions, and her heart rate speeds up again. She begins to screech, raising her body from the cot she was placed on. "Please don't thrash, it'll be over soon." He holds a firm grip on her arm and strokes her head softly. Taking the syringe, he glances down at her forearm, and lightly sticks the needle through her flesh, extracting a full vessel of blood. Slowly, he removes the needle and covers the wound with a gauze pad.

    "See, my lovely? Look how well you've done." He gestures to the container and taps it, holding it up to the light. "Everything is so beautiful about you.." He chuckles and glances over to her, noticing her eyelids beginning to droop. "Are you tired, dear? I should let you down, shouldn't I?" He taps his chin and looks up to the intricate machine. "But I'm just so afraid that you'll run from me.." He shakes his head and reaches toward her face.

    "Promise you won't scream?" He turns his back to her and walks over to the sink, peering under it and grabbing something. He faces her again and smiles softly. A sledgehammer, wrapped in fine linen. She stills her body movements and stares at him as he walks back over to her. "Though I deeply enjoy the sound of your voice, be quiet for me, alright?" He places his index finger over his mouth and smiles with his sharp eyes. The blond only lets her body go limp, and looks away from the monster before her.

    "Ah, much better." He says as he tugs the rope down from the machine, and unties it. He slowly rips the duck-tape from her mouth and disposes of it. Unraveling the linen from the sledgehammer, he holds it atop of his shoulder. "Now, you can't ever leave my side..!" He grins maniacally, raising the sledgehammer above his head and chuckles lowly. The blond flinches as he begins to lower the hammer at a quick pace. He brings the hammer down on her left leg, smashing it. The blond cries out in agony, tears streaming down her cheeks.

    "Don't cry, it makes me feel more guilty." He frowns slightly, raising the hammer above his head again. Tears proceed to fall down her reddening cheeks despite his plead.

    "Why are you doing this..?" She whimpers quietly, her bottom lip tinting purple from how hard she had bitten down on it.

    "..your voice sends a rush throughout my veins...you are the definition of perfection." He trails his index finger across her jawline, smirking deviously. "And I'm so selfish..I'd like to have that perfection all to myself." He wipes the tears from her reddening eyes.

    "Would you like me to put you to bed?" He asks, receiving a gradual nod from the exhausted blond. "I can't possibly let you sleep in the guest room, so you'll sleep in mine." He clarifies, placing a kiss on her forehead and lifting her from the cot. He holds her in his arms as if she was a child, gentle and careful with her. Smiling, he carries her up the stairwell, and to the first floor of his home. The lights were dim, and the corridors were spacious, it looked so empty.

    He continued to carry her until they reached his bedroom, where he individually wraps her legs in bandages, and lies her down in the bed. "I'm truly sorry." He kisses her eyelids, leaning back in the chair he was seated in. She rolls over onto her side, her back facing him. Shocked and dejected, the rosette rises from his chair and begins to exit the room.

    "When can I go home?" She whispers, lying her head on the conveniently placed pillow. "Why would you want to?"

    He tilts his head and sits down on the mattress, tugging the heavy comforter over them both.

    "I miss my family.." She exhales and he begins to chuckle lowly, turning to face her backside.

    "You don't have family. You're an orphan." He somewhat reminds her, wrapping his arm around her. She was simply too exhausted to care, allowing his arm to rest on the side of her elbow.

    "I just want to leave." She cries, sniffling quietly.

    "You can't...you won't. You won't leave me.." He holds her closer to him and snuggles against her neck. "..." She sighs as she closes her eyes shut and breathes out. "Goodnight, my love." He murmurs and presses his lips to the back of her earlobe.

  "..night." She whispers stiffly, slightly trembling. The only thing she wanted to do, was to get out of this hellish situation. And how to do that? Easy. As Bryony Kimmings and Tim Grayburn have said,

   'Fake It Til' You Make It.'

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