6:27 pm
i feel the rope digging harshly into my wrists. so tight, blood drips down my hands. the scratchy material covering my entire face, the sensation just like sandpaper. i try open my eyes but they seem to just blur. not that i would see anything anyway. fuck, my head is pounding. where even am i? i move my feet slightly and notice they're tied up too. to a chair. i'm tied to a fucking chair. i insist on talking, asking if anyone is there but something inside me is telling me to stay quiet and calm. the buzzing in my ears begin to settle as footsteps come towards me. i lean back in the chair further.
"oooh looks like my wee kitty might be awake!!" a loud voice booms through whatever area i'm in. it almost sounds... irish? the bag covering my head gets slowly taken off as i gently look around me. i see puddles of liquid everywhere. could be water, could be blood. i wouldn't have a clue. it's pretty dark in here. i look over to my left and see big corregated doors. ah, i'm in an old warehouse.
"yes, you indeed are my pretty flower." i snap my head over the the dark figure lurking to my right. i guess i spoke that out loud.
"may i ask why i'm tied to a chair in an abandoned warehouse ol' mysterious one?" i simply reply, my voice breaking in the process. he lets out a manical laugh, one that sends shivers down my spine.
"i don't think i want to ruin my plans by telling you that, love." he says with a loud monotone voice. yeah, he's irish. it's kind of se~ stop what is wrong with you?? thinking your kidnapper is sexy?? fucking hell. do NOT scoop that low, woman.
"ok if you won't tell me that, mr irish man, then please at least step out of the shadows?" i ask with a less sarcastic tone. he giggles lightly. i start blinking ferociously to try clear my eyes and succeed.
"but if i do that, my darling pet, then i may have to kill you. and i don't want to do that. not yet anyway." his laughter fills the empty warehouse once again. i roll my eyes and start fiddling with rope around my wrists. i groan in agony as they rub harder into my already bleeding wrists. i bite my lip and keep continuing. i hear his footsteps surrounding me, as if he is circling around me. i decide to break the silence.
"what's your name?" i give up on the rops and slump down in my chair and close my eyes, waiting for an answer.
"well... you could have my name or... the mans name im taking ove- HELP ME PLEASE- oh shut the fuck up! this is MY body now. NO ONE can help you!" he screams at himself before laughing again. this man is insane.
"can i know both?" i ask with pure curiousity. i open my eyes and see him sitting infront of me. he cocks his head to the side and makes intense eye contact with me. his legs are crossed and arms behind him, supporting him up. his eyes were pure black, the white non existent. his neck was slit open with blood dripping down and he was in all black clothes. his bright green hair, scruffy, small beard and ears pierced with black gauges got most of my attention. i didn't realise how long i was staring until he cleared his throat abruptly.
"you're not gunna kill me now i've seen you, right?" i sit up straight, keeping eye contact with the man.
"no, my darling. you're worth too much. but i found myself silly to not present myself to you." he says, his voice low and sort of.. glitchy.
"you intrigue me. i guess you're suppose to scare me but i feel the complete opposite. i wonder why." he smirks at my reply, crawling from his spot on the ground until he's kneeling infront of me.
i feel goosebumps rise through my jeans as he rests his hands on my knees lightly.
"my dear, you are not scared because deep down you know i will not harm you. i have no intention of harming you unless you do wrong. i will protect you with my life and i will be there whenever you need me. just think of me or say my name, and i will be there." he bends downs and unties my ankles.
"the man i have taken over.. his name is sean but also known as jack. my name is anti," he reaches around me, the contact of his body against mine making me shiver. i feel the rope on my wrists slide down my hands. i quickly bring them forward to see the damage. i whine at the sight.
"it will be okay, my pretty. they will heal. i will look after you from this moment on." he looks up at me. i notice how his eyes changed. they were now the most mesmerising blue i had ever seen. i couldn't look away. i feel his hand brush hair out my face before he disappears without notice.
i slip out of the corregated doors and head to the road nearby. i pull my thin jersey around me tighter, trying to block out the piercing wind.
"where am i?" i whisper out loud. i don't know why i believe the possessed man that kidnapped me but for some reason he made me feel... safe. the fuck is wrong with me. i shake my thoughts away and continue down the road, following the street lights back to my small town.
*time skip*
5:58 am
i wake up to a strange tingling feeling on my arms. i go into my bathroom, turning the light on quickly. i look down at my arms and thighs, my eyes widening at the sight before me. i watch as all my self harm scars vividly reminisce through my skin. the words "anti's property" form on my arms and "do not touch" on my thighs. i fall to the ground, shuffling backwards until i hit the side of my bed.
"no no no.. please.. don't do this." i plead. i start to hyperventilate. my anxiety taking over my body as i begin to shake, my heart rate quickening. the sound of my heart beat rushes into my ears and blocks out every other sound in the world. i push my hands into my hair, grabbing it desperately. i pull my legs into my chest and rest my forehead on my knees, trying to even out my breathing. i scream.
"ANTI PLEASE!" i could feel the words burning into my skin now. the pain unbearable. i throw my head back as tears fall down my face. i squeeze my eyes close and continue waiting for the pain to stop.
"anti.. you said you wouldn't hurt me.. why are you doing this.." i whisper through sobs.
"because everyone needs to know that you belong to me," his voice breaks through my heart beat and i couldn't feel more relieved. i feel him pick me up carefully and lay me on the bed. i look to my right and see him sitting, facing me, with his legs crossed but head down.
"i don't want to hurt you... but it will be over soon, my love. i promise. but i can't say i don't slightly enjoy the pain i'm causing you." he chuckles. i frown at him.
"i still don't understand how i'm comfortable with you when i only just met you." i manage to say.
"it's because we were made for each other. you're technically my soulmate. well, you're either my soulmate or sean's soulmate. either way, you're all mine." he leans down and kisses my forehead. i grab his hand so he doesn't disappear on me again.
"if i'm yours, then you have to be mine back. you understand that don't you? it can't be one-way, anti." i grip onto his had tight, my nails digging in. he laughs.
"oh my baby girl, i am as much yours as you are mine. i will let you mark me in any way you wish but that is only when you're ready."
aaaaand he's gone.
i really gotta stop starting new books all the time lol but here ya gooooo
