Masks and Cherries

Moonlit Thoughts

I woke up in the middle of the night, having been used all day and beaten until my body was bruised and cut from all of the "toys" he had used on me. I was wrapped in bandages with muscles too tired, though the rest gave me some strength back. I hadn't been tied up tonight, a rare blessing. Why was I awake though? I didn't understand. I looked over. Oh how I wished he were dead, how I wished I could see his blood spilling onto the floor. But his face..his sleeping face. I grew sad as I forced myself to look away, sitting up in this bed he made me sleep beside him in. I pulled my aching knees to my chest as to not wake him. He seemed a light sleeper for his own reasons, but he remained asleep for some reason. I closed my eyes. I sighed. I remembered what he had been before breaking his mask. I missed that shy boy, one who would stutter and blush, who would get nervous at anything and everything. I remember the day he had invited me to his home. I felt liberated, as if I did not have to see that torturous face again...only to be wrong. I still wonder why I didn't hit him with that damned mug...maybe the shock of it all, I couldn't tell. I opened my eyes. My ankles were bruised. I sighed. I missed Ambrose. I looked over to Ruby, though full of sadness instead of fear and anger. He looked just like his old persona. He was so sweet-looking, although the dark grin that was contained inside of him was hidden for the night. I did not know what had compelled me to do so, but I reached over and gently took his hand into mine, staring sadly at his face.

"Ambrose...I know you're still there...please come back...."

With that, I stayed like this, only for a moment, before releasing his hand and laying back down. I could have ran, but then what? Alice wouldn't be awake, and I had no way to contact him with my phone being gone, and if I was found...I could only imagine the horrors. I hated being submissive and reluctant, but it was the best way for me to survive. A thought came to mind about killing him, but I only shook my head. I wasn't a monster like him, and I never would be. I closed my eyes, somehow moving closer to his warmth. I realized this and moved away as much as I could, but then I stared at his face again. Ambrose was still inside, I could feel it. I knew he had a good heart somewhere, or maybe it was just my mind looking for any sanity to cling to. I sighed. Tonight could last as long as it wanted, but I was quite tired.

I returned to sleep.