Stitched Limbs

Ch 20: A Look Into My Heart

Byuls hands continued to creep up my shirt, slowly making it bunch up where his hands are. I continue to look at my hand as the nails continue to grow, then wince as I feel his teeth dig into my neck above the tracer, and he starts to suck. It wasn't a light sucking either, hard enough that it was slightly painful, even in my numb state. Once he had let go, satisfied of what he had done and he looked up to me. Is when I quickly plunged my nailed hand into his side, a pained grunt escaping him. Then a whine as I twisted it, feeling my nails scraping his ribs. His hands clenching and clawing my sides.

The other hand grabbing the front of his shirt again as I watched his face twist in pain as I digged my hand deeper into his side. "See? I told you I would enjoy it too." I say, deadpan as I pull my hand out of his side and slapped him across the face with it. Getting his blood on his cheek and making sure that my nails scraped across it as well.

He stumbles back a little bit with a look of shock and anger, like I dared to touch him in such a manner as to defy him. "Didn't-" Byul starts before I lunge forward and plunge my other hand into his stomach. A pained gargle coming out instead of words as I saw blood dribble from the corners of his mouth down his chin.

"Didn't you tell me what?" I ask, tilting my head at his confused and pained look as I clench my hand in his stomach. No guilt, nothing was going through my head. "Didn't you tell me you were stronger than me? That I was somehow inferior to you?" I scoff and let go, pulling my hand out with a sickeningly wet sound. "Don't you ever think of laying a hand on me again. And don't you dare think to show mercy next time we meet." I turn and head for the door as he slumps to the ground. "I sure won't."

I open it with one of my bloody hands and head for the elevator, the other hand reaching up and correcting my nose. Getting blood all over it as I reached the elevator and pressed the button to summon it. Tyn was probably going to tear me a new one as soon as I entered his office, my tracer was buzzing out of control at this point. But I didn't care much either, I was still numb, and I was probably going to continue to be numb for a while. So whatever he did to me, wouldn't matter. Byul wasn't going to die, not from the wounds I inflicted on him. But I sure wish he did.

The elevators doors open and I see a nurse in it, she gives me a worried look and I simply point to the examination room. "In there, now leave before I do the same to you." I threaten and she quickly hurries towards the room, allowing me to go in and press the button for the office floor.

As soon as the doors close I lean against the elevator wall and slide to the floor. Feeling tired and abused, my head slowly picking the pieces of itself up and actually starting to form cognitive thoughts again. And knowing my body wouldn't heal itself correctly until I got more food into my system, I didn't eat very much earlier. And this would definitely drain me empty, which it did and I still had wounds on me. Namely the bruises and split lip Byul gave me, probably the hickey as well. My hand goes to it and I wonder how I'll explain that to Tyn.

Then the doors to the elevator open and I wonder no more as I get up and head out of the elevator. Trying to think of some good cover story, and with feeling how much my tracer was vibrating, not just any story would work. As I padded down the cold hall, and my head worked towards a good plan, I could feel my heart start to beat hard in my chest. I guess my body was panicking at the thought of Tyn being enraged at me, or somehow finding a way to torture me into getting out the truth. In which I hoped wouldn't happen, I didn't exactly want to speak about what happened.

As I approached the door and looked at it, I could feel the anger seeping out of the cracks. I take in a deep breath and hesitate in knocking on the door for a moment, knowing better than to just walk away. That would make the situation worse, and he would probably start shocking the everloving fuck out of me instead of the vibrating the tracer is doing. Or something else... So... I swallowed what fears I had and knocked on the door, instantly feeling every tiny hair on my body standing up and goosebumps forming on it as the anger seeping from the room spiked tremendously.