My eyes popped open soon as the yellow liquid, which soon turned out to be gasoline, touched my face. Taking in my surroundings, I knew exactly where I was at.
The room was at low temperature and what made matters worse, that my ass was pratically glued to the chair. Handcuffs dapped around my hands as my arms were tied behind the chair along with legs.
Judging from where I was put, there was no escaping. Locked up inside this "dungeon past" there's no possibility for a escape-go.
"Dungeon Past" was a hidden place in which me and her used to take our "toys", meaning unwanted people, and kill them off.
It wasn't no "head-kill" nah it was worst than that. Erica was the dominant one and that meant making her opponent submitting In the worst way possible. All type of illegal weapons were at her reach so she can have her way with me in any way and there wasn't A DAMM THING I could bout it.
Run!?Cry!? Shii from the outside of this placed, you'll think it just a regular house but nah behind these wall, there wasn't nowhere to run to unless it was meeting your maker, Christ himself.
The lights flicked on and room started to heat up a bit. I had no clothing on aside from my draws.
My eyes widened in horror when I seen the tools. They were attached to every in. of the four walls, I was boxed in.
"I see you like my decorations" she laughed.
"Erica what tha fuck you thinking you're doing!?" I muffled.
"What was that, big fella!? .. You always been the weak link"
The pure-black dutchtape was smeared across my mouth. I had no choice but stay put and shut my mouth.
She walked over to the chair then squatted in front of me. Between the intense stare down or the wicked smile she had plastered on her face, I didn't know what to expect from this lunatic.
Without hesitation, her fist connected to my face. I guess my body was her operation table since her fist kept poking my jaw like a painful needle.
Soon enough, I could barely keep my eyes open along with the tremendous pain towards my skull.
She ripped the tape off my face and I spat out of the blood from my mouth to her face. She let out a evil chuckle then smack the shyt outta of me.
"Why do you insist on playing with me!?" She rolled her eyes.
"FUCK YOU!! After everything we been through y-
"Nah FUCK YOU!!" She shouted. " After EVERYTHING I sacrificed for yo ass, you betrayed me and made me yo damm puppet!!"
"I sacrificed shyt too!" I Objected.
"Like wheh!?" She said. "Hmm! LIKE WHAT!? the cars, money, house, trips, I PAVED THE WAY FOR ALL THAT SHYT!? You didn't lift a DAMM finger"
More blood drip from mouth alone with my busted nose. Although I felt a lil remorse bout this lil situation, I be damm if she try to rescue that bitch.
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