When Violence Ensues: Slenderverse Short Stories.

Story Seventy One: So much left to stay forgotten, taken from a mind so rotten.

"There's nothing left to say now, is there, Patty?" HABIT questioned as he leaned back against the cold wall of the chilling attic space, arms folding across his chest as the shadows danced across his face. There was one light source- a portable floodlight that was stationed on the floor by the door and shining into the room. It was casting a harsh light onto a bruised Patrick that sat in the middle of the room with his arms tied behind his back with rough rope that dug into his skin and viciously rubbed at it until his wrists were reddened and painful to the touch. Merciless, much like HABIT himself that observed with a malicious glint in those dark eyes of his,

"I suppose not." Patrick responded, deflated as he shifted where he sat. It was painful to sit up straight, due to the fact that it was highly likely that HABIT had cracked a few of his ribs by repeatedly ramming his fist and a metal bar into his abdomen until he couldn't breathe- the air had escaped his lungs and didn't seem to be returning. Patrick flinched at the memory- that pain was simply a little taste for what was to come, "I do not blame you, you know." A murmur escaped the blonde's lips. HABIT raised an eyebrow in return and shook his head,

"Good, because I don't give a shit whether you blame me or not. You fucked up."

"That I did."

"You royally, truly, deeply fucked up." HABIT stated pointedly, cocking his head to the side as he glared with a poisonous gaze, much to Patrick's discomfort,

"That I did." The blonde repeated with a wince, as he attempted to take a deep breath. Bad move, Patrick came to realise as he doubled up in pain and sat slumped, a totally different posture than what he was used to. It was a surprisingly effective attempt to ease the agony of the cracked ribs and bruised muscles- all of which caused by the dark haired male standing obscured in the shadows. Patrick was afraid, yes, but in a sense this felt like a suitable punishment for the crime he had committed. HABIT gave a low growl and pushed off from the wall, his arms falling to his sides as the metal bar in one hand lightly grazed the wooden floor with a chilling, scraping sound,

"You fed me to stick-in-the-mud back when I needed you most- when you knew I couldn't defend myself." The man began, a dangerous tone seeping in through his words, "I was a slave for eternities. I tended to every beck and call, to every order and sacrifice and massacre all because of your cowardice." HABIT spat, dark eyes devoid of any humanity or mercy. A sick, twisted grin pulled at the corners of his lips as he noticed the clench of Patrick's jaw, "Aw, what's wrong? Chokin' on a past friendship?" He taunted evilly, before forcibly smacking the end of the metal bar against the wooden floor- the bang resounded in the room like a gunshot, even louder within Patrick's ears. The blonde flinched and looked up to the vindictive other with an empty gaze,

"I deserve this. I am sorry for what I did, HABIT, I am-"

"No, no. You don't get to be fuckin' sorry. You just get a taste of your own medicine." HABIT interjected with a fury barely kept under control. One only had to glance to the dark haired male to realise that he was moments away from losing his cool entirely. Then again, HABIT did not have much cool to start out with. Patrick let his head hang low and refused to look back up again for a few moments- a lingering hopelessness filling his heart and mind. Patrick had accepted that he would most likely die at the hands of the person he had cared for most at this point, and given the situation he was currently in- it was hardly surprising that it had crossed his mind that he was going to die here. Absolutely despised by his best friend.

For good reason, too.

The dark haired male's eyes narrowed as he stepped into the view of the floodlight- a mischievous grin finding its way to his lips and planting itself there as he watched how Patrick visibly shrunk away from him and the metal bar that threatened promises of agony. The blonde's bright eyes filled with a newfound panic as HABIT edged closer with evil intent. A smirk tugged at his lips, "You've gone all quiet on me, Patty! C'mon, don't leave me here talkin' to myself!" He jested, in a disturbingly light tone of voice. Of course, HABIT was unnerving.

The fact a metal bar resided comfortably in his hand also was not the most calming factor of all time, considering he had full intent to use that metal bar to break each and every one of Patrick's bones. In ranking order dependant on what would hurt the least to the most, "HABIT, I am not going to beg for your forgiveness, because I know that is a fruitless conversation that would result in me being dead anyway." Patrick began, "But I do hope you are aware of how sorry I am nonetheless, for what I have done." He sighed, a shuddering breath escaping his lips as HABIT swung the metal bar over his shoulder as he debated quickly on what or what not to do with Patrick.

He had many options; HABIT could kill him immediately, kill him later. He could also give the false sense of hope before Patrick becomes too depressed by the dire intensity of the situation just before HABIT actually begins his fun, "What to do with you, huh?" HABIT sighed lowly to himself, before sauntering closer to the blonde and crouched down until their opposing eyes were meeting each other, "We're gonna have some fun, Patty!" He chuckled darkly, "Now, where should I begin?"

As the cold metal bar swung upwards, then rocketed it back down onto his abdomen, Patrick's eyes widened in panic and HABIT grinned evilly.

"Tick tock, Patty. What am I to do with you?"

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