Elizabeth's pov:
My wrists burn from the ropes tied around them. I've been locked in a basement for at least three days. After a while you lose track. My cuts have started to heal and the purple hand prints on my neck have stopped hurting when I breathe. I've finally given up hope of leaving and now just want to be killed. This game of cat and mouse taking up the last of my energy. The stench of my own urine and blood merging with decaying wood forms a smell that can only be described as death, and eventually I will add to the deathly decay smell that swims in the air. The fight is over, and when he comes back down here I'm going to ask him to kill me.
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"Hello beautiful" the voice I once loved to hear drifts down the stairs.
"Hello" I croak in response. The mere action of speaking drying my already sore throat.
"I see you're getting better. Still making a mess of your home though. You know you shouldn't pee on yourself, it's very unattractive." He says with what looks like a twinkle in his eye. My suffering is like a joke to him. I am the thing he uses to make himself feel whole again. But eventually he's going to pick the wrong person. I wish it could've been me, maybe in another life.
"Fuck off" the scum look on his face entirely disperses and is replaced with one of complete hatred instead.
"Now that's not nice. You know what happens when you're not nice to me" attitude gets me hurt. He doesn't like to be spoken up to. He wants his women to be weak and do whatever he says, but I refuse to live my entire life listening to a man who only wants me to be a toy. To play with me. He never actually loved me and now I know that.
"Just kill me" I mutter "please just kill me"
"Oh princess. Why would I do that? I still have so many fun things I want to do first." He says cheerfully his eyes glowing as he pulls a switchblade from his pocket. "Don't be a party pooper Elizabeth. We can still have fun." Tears start to creep into my eyes but lack of water stops them from dripping giving me a small burning sensation. The things I would do to him if he let me out. He'd never be able to do what he did to me again that's for sure. Inhaling sharply his blade pushes into the skin of my thigh. The pain is intense but my body no longer reacts. I'm too weak to fight back.
"Your legs are so beautiful" he whispers seductively dragging the knife down my leg. The pain makes me light headed but I don't show it. a red river runs from my knee to the floor as the veins pump blood through the wound.
"Why couldn't you have just been perfect? That's all I wanted. Perfection. That's not that hard now is it? Your body was perfect you just were so mean. You never wanted me the way I wanted you Elizabeth." He mutters more to himself then me stroking his fingers lightly over the wound. Slowly he brings them up to his mouth tasting the red liquid as if it was fruit punch, his smile of complete satisfaction shaking me to the very core.
"Why couldn't you just be perfect?"
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The camera man
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