In the Hands of Sin - Choose Your Own Adventure!

Staying Healthy

You gladly take up the offer. Sin feeds you the chocolaty nutty candy bar while eating the other one, giving you sips of water in between each bite. 

"Mm, this is good," you hum out, making him smile. After you both finish your snack, he picks up a folded chair, walking back to you. You look at him in confusion, unsure of what he's going to do. Sin then lifts the chair above your head and slams it against the pole, making a loud clank. You jolt in fear, accidentally knocking over the half empty water bottle with your leg. It leaks out onto the floor and sin drops the chair, staring at the spill.

"Good job, you stupid fucking bitch. You're lucky it's only water," he tsks and walks behind you, cutting your zip-ties with his knife.

"What are you doing?" you murmur, slightly stumbling over your words. Before you could think anymore, he forced your face down to the floor with his boot. You yelp in pain, a natural reaction. Sin crouches down, leaning over your bent over body. His hand grasps tightly onto the back of your head as he guides it to the small puddle of water.

"Lick it up," he growls, "NOW."

LICK IT UP?

YES - continue here

TRY TO RUN - go to Brains

You begin licking up the water on the floor and you feel his hand let go of your head. You still continue to clean the floor out of fear.

"You can stop. You listened. Good," he says before you sit up. Sin gives you a proud grin before kicking you back down to the floor and holding you down with his steel toed, black combat boot.

"But I thought I did good!" you cry, your face scraping against the floor.

"Yeah, you did. I just like seeing you squirm around on the ground." Sin releases you again, giving you time to sit up. He looks down at you as if he's waiting for you to do something. You feel tears well up in your eyes as you crawl to him and cling to his legs. You've been broken easily, and have realized you are dependent on him for survival. Coming down to your viewing level, sin holds your face and runs his other hand through your hair. He wipes the wet tears off your scraped face and holds you to his chest.

"I'm gonna keep you."

You felt comfort in his statement and hold onto him tighter.

sin kept you.

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