Y/N cried and begged but nothing seemed to work, all her hope has been cut off like that. She had been trapped inside a square room, for a week now and the man had been giving her frequent visits. And none of them are to be delighted for.
"P- please... l- let me go..."
Her voice came out weak as the man had his hands on her throat, gripping it with force. She had been blind folded therefore she couldn't see the man and what he had in stored for his 'fun'.
"And why should I do that?"
Y/N thought came to a stop, why should he stop? Her mind suddenly played flashbacks of her life, her childhood, her teenager years, her adolescence. All her normal days and years led her to being tied up and tortured by a mental person, she couldn't help but think, what was carrying on like this be like? What would happen in the future if she would propose an idea so sick it would likely kill her in a snap. She doesn't know but it excited her, and made her sick.
"I-I wanna s-see you..."
It came out as an inaudible whisper, the man grabbed her hair, pulling to the extent that it might come off. She felt the man's hot breath tickling her neck.
"Pardon?"
Y/N gulped she didn't know what was happening, neither did she know what will happen but then again if she lost her life now, nothing will happen, just a few reports here and there then her parents mourning. Her life was boring. And now she had the chance to spice it all up.
"I said I wanna see you"
It took Y/N all her courage to say that one sentence and it felt good, to have courage and not be a coward. It felt so damn good to not shake because she was scared, but because she was excited as to what will happen next, will she live and find out what the man that had tortured her, and somehow rescued her from the boring life she had and the boring future she was aimlessly chasing.
"Talk to me like that again and I'll cut your tongue"
Y/N felt the cold sharp thing just brushing on her belly, shivers went down her spine. Then she screamed. The warm blood dripped down the floor.
And she heard the door being closed she cried herself to sleep thinking how stupid she had become, speaking up to that man, not she knew for sure that he wouldn't go 'easy' on her anymore; for the past few days, slowly he was being gentle although still cruel just a little gentle and now she had ruined her chance of survival all because she was curious.
Crying herself to sleep again, every night he would hear her sniffs and little pleads, but he couldn't do anything to help her from the torture she receives. So he did the one thing he could do.
He watched her sleep.
