Shattered(Prinxiety)

Part 7(i am SO sorry)

i apologize a million times over. i relize i have not been on Wattpad for a long time, i got caught up in so much stuff, but hopefully i can finish this story. if i dissapear again...well i guess i'm dead...welp, i guess i'll get on with it. (i do not own sanders sides, that honor belongs to the glorious Thomas Sanders, i only own the plotline, as angsty as it is. trigger warnings should be on the first chapter so...yeah.) hope you enjoy!(p.s my bold/itallics are not working, so bear with me plz) (another p.s. shout out to solangeloforlife223, you're the best^v^)

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Virgil's POV: 

I was ready to throw myself off the cliff. Princ-- Roman didn't love me. I had nothing left. Thomas would be better off without me. After all, i just cause him problems. I'm just a mistake. i was going to do it, i was going to be forgotten, but Roman saved me. I still don't know why, because Depression interrupted before he could tell me. That monster knocked out Roman, and kidnappedme. I struggled as much as i could, but he was too strong. he dragged me for, who knows how long, before we arrived at, big surprise, a castle. it was made out of black stone with red running between them. it was covered in moss, and storm clouds were swirling around the top.

that is how i ended up here, in the tallest tower, in a small circular room, with one barred window, and a strong wooden door that was, unsurprisingly, locked. 'cliche' i had muttered. i had been stuck in here, sitting on the dirty floor, for what was probably hours now. it was so cold in here. my teeth would not stop chattering, and i was curled up in a little ball, as far from the window as i could get.

i was starting to fall asleep, when the door flew open, slamming on the stones and making me flinch. Depression, or Atlas as he told me to call him, stood in the doorway, grinning like the lunatic he probably was. i glared at him. 

he strided into the room, seemingly unaffected by the cold. he grabbed me by my collar, and yanked me up. he dragged me through the castle without saying a word, ignoring my protests. five flights of stairs, sixteen doorways, and about a million hallways later, we arrived at a wooden door, identical to all of the others.

as we entered the room, i noticed there were no windows, no furniture, no carpet, nothing, nothing except some chains. oh no. i see what is happening here, he is going to torture me. he hauled me to the far side of the room and clasped the chains around my wrists, somehow connecting them to the ceiling. 

i could feel my heart rate increasing, and my breathing coming in short rushed breaths. i tried to struggle, but to no avail. Atlas stepped back, grinning like Cheshire Cat. 

i could feel my eyes starting to mist, being scared out of my mind. i doubt anyone would come for me. i'm not worth the trouble. i could feel a panic attack coming on, and i tried to force it down. i stared back at the looming figure in front of me. 

he stepped forward, taking my chin in his hands, and said something that sent shivers down my spine, "Now the fun can have some fun."