tongue piercing • liangelo ball [ON HOLD]

xix - her

"You know you're gonna have to tell him eventually?" The voice behind me says and I strain against my confines, begging by some miracle someone will hear my muffled screams.

"I can't believe you wouldn't tell him about your past. Such a shame, you were such a good girl. Some days." And another cut on my forearm.

"Yeah, maybe you should. But you won't. Too much of a pussy. I'm sure you don't wanna loose your little boy toy. Do you even love him? Do you even care?" The second voice says and I shudder.

The pain in my arm is dull, probably because it's almost so numb. The newest cut oozes blood, and I just sit and watch it.

"Why aren't you saying anything Erin? Cat got your tongue? Oh I'm sorry, I forgot. I taped your mouth shut so you couldn't open it like a little slut."

I strain against the cuffs holding me to the chair once more, screaming when I hear a bang from the background. It's not as if it would do me any good, no one is going to hear me. Unless it was a miracle. I'm in the middle of nowhere being tortured. Nothing can save me.