Dark dreams- Part 16

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Cuts form onto my wrists as the smooth blade twists around.

"Blood. Will that make you think straight about telling daddy?" he forces me an answer.

I shake my head stubbornly, despite the pain tingling upon my wounds.

My body's strained between the bars and pulled up as he dragged the weapon to my skin.

"No.. no it won't. I won't TELL YOU!" I lie.

I would tell him, either when he cracks me, or he bargains.

Option two may be smarter.

But one would be more likely.

But I feel strongly about Ashton, and protecting him, As he tried to protect me.

"Fine!" he yells, throwing my wrist to the floor.

Thinking about it, I feel woozy. A blackness falling upon me as I try to block out the thoughts of.. death.

A simple melody plays on my head, although I am dead. Despite that, angels voices.. a voice of heaven soothes me to a permanent sleep.

'Let go.

Disconnect from him.

Break.

Forget.'

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