My Personal Virus (A BEN Drowned x Reader fanfic)

The Uninvited Visitor

(You)

Why am I still alive?

The familiar question rang with a voice through my head, I never knew the answer to it. Here I lie, cold...hungry...thirsty....empty. I couldn't feel a thing, I was surprised that my heart didn't stop beating. For three days of torture, it all falls down to his sickening pleasure. He gave his attention to me until he ran out of it as he decided to ignore me, then it repeats for god knows how many times. The horrid things he did flashed once again before my eyes.

Violent whipping

Blood

Screams

Laughter

Acid

Those were the keywords of what he did to me for three days straight. He whipped me until blood poured of me causing me to scream in agony, my screams only resulted for him to release his taunting maniacal laughter until he was all too entertained and it all leads to me feeling the burn of...acid. I shivered at the traumatizing thought. I didn't know he was fond of using a chemical to make me suffer, for long periods of time of each day he would always end the beatings with that lethal liquid. 

I found my hand rubbing the burned part of my leg caused by him throwing a cup of acid towards my face only for it to land into my left leg, I was glad it didn't make contact with my face yet I was terrified to feel the horrifying effects of the chemical colliding with my skin. That was only on day one, the day I learned the truth. The next day was worse than before, the severe whipping he gave me from the day before was enough to make me feel numb but not numb enough for me to feel the burning liquid against my arm, the skin on my left arm looked incredibly disfigured.

The elf thinks it was fun to throw the same amount of acid in an attempt to land on my face, but this time it landed on my arm leaving me to feel relived yet traumatized. The third day was a rollercoaster, it was the combination of beatings and the throwing of the acid, he probably thought it was a creative way to make me scream louder in pain. I can recall seeing him whip me on my back while I tried to avoid his attacks with the chemical, he always aimed for the face but it ended up below that which was my neck. I couldn't scream anymore, it felt like my voice abandoned me. Somehow he seemed to be satisfied and left with a giggle followed by a smile, there I was left with the burning sensation while in the cold atmosphere.

Today was the fourth day, he actually didn't leave any necessities to keep me alive such as food or water for the past three days though I expected him not too. I was on the cold floor with the burning sensation of the acid placed with the rough skin caused by it, my stomach kept grumbling while my mouth and throat felt like a dried dessert. I cried every time he would leave this room but today I didn't since he hasn't been here...yet. I began thinking of what he would be doing to me today, could he possibly splash acid successfully to my face now? Would he be doing something much worse? The terrible thoughts only made me scared than before, no matter how much I expected I always end up unprepared.

Suddenly the door slowly opened, I started to close my eyes due to the lights finally flickering open. I waited for a creepy laugh only to be greeted with a shocked gasp, one of my eyes opened because of curiosity. There I saw him, not BEN but...

"Helen?"

I made myself surprised to hear my voice, even though it was raspy and dried it was clear enough for him to hear me. Helen dropped to his knees upon seeing my figure, then he started to cover his mouth out of too much shock. I was afraid that he thought I looked incredibly ugly than before yet he started to crawl swiftly towards me. Helen placed his hand on my cheek where he caressed it gently, I felt his warm touch giving me tears that I never expected to still have. Without stopping it, I let out a loud cry, perhaps louder than before. My hand made its way to his arm, grasping it out of desperation I thought I never had. Despite me being suicidal, the way he touched me caused me to beg for an opportunity to be alive.