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C H A P T E R 19
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"I want something, something that I can feel..I want something, that I know is real..."
"Leave him alone Damien! These damn nosy neighbour's are going to call the cops again!" Kendra yelled at her husband as he continued to beat on 12 year-old Achilles who refused to eat his supper.
Dragging his son across the wooden floor by his hair, Achilles kicked and screamed yelling out to no-one since his brother and sister were at school, only coming home in a matter of four hours.
Now in the kitchen, Damien threw Achilles against the wooden cabinets as he got out the custom made chair with the leather straps.
"Daddy no!" Achilles cried, as Damien picked him, forcing him into the chair as Kendra strapped his arms and legs." M-Mommy..."
"Shut up!" Striking his face with her palm, Achilles head snapped back as his lip split open, blood trickling down his chin.
Grabbing the plate of greens that Achilles refused to eat, Damien dropped it in front of him.
"Ungrateful ass boy! Eat.Your.Damn.Food!" He gritted.
"No! I don't want this fucking nasty food!" He shrieked, kicking his legs as the chair shook.
Taking the metal fork, Damien shoved food down his son's throat, instantly Achilles choked, the fork scrapping the inside of his mouth causing specks of blood to land on his skin as he cried from the pain.
Kendra turned away from the tortures scene, ignoring her son's cries and please, as always.
Waking up from his usual traumatic nightmares, Achilles shot up, his chest heaving up and down as sweat trickled down the side of his face.
Instantly when realising where he was, a scowl formed on his face.
The grey, cold walls mocked him, this being Catalina's basement, or the "time out room" as Achilles grew up knowing it.
Nothing but a bare bed, wooden desk with papers and crayons and a lonely window occupied the cold room. A single light bulb hung from the ceiling, flickering on and off.
Growing up, instead of torturing Achilles such as his parents did when he blacked out or had an episode, Catalina sedated him with Succinylcholine. The drug paralyzed the body and knocked the person out, that was the extent she had to go to in order to save the people occupying the same space as Achilles.
Licking his lips, Achilles held his throbbing head in his hands as he tried to blink his vision back into focus. In a panic, he searched for his phone, needing to text Mika because he doesn't know how long he's been unconscious for.
Reading the date, it being the 7th of August, it registered he was knocked out for two days. Going into his Imessage, a single message was from his baby.
Mika💜: You haven't answered your phone, I hope you're okay.
I'm alright baby, just in a bad place right now. I need to see you.
Placing his phone down, he stretched wishing to get into a shower and brush his teeth. Standing up, he walked up the wooden staircase that led to the door.
Wrapping his hand around the cold door knob, he twisted and jiggled it, chuckling when realising it was locked. He remembered this door being locked one too many times everytime he was sedated. He begged Catalina to quit drugging him but it was the only way to possess control over a dangerous man such as him.
