My Broken Mate (Man x Man)

Chapter 25

Authors Note:

Hey guys, I just want to quickly apologize for the late post and also for the absolute garbage of a chapter, I don't know how to exactly make this any better, so this is what I have to offer, I hope you can somewhat tolerate it and if you can't than please don't torture yourself and just don't read it.

But if you liked it, thanks, I guess. :)

I tried.

Connor's P.O.V

With just the thought of killing someone, my gut twists, the food in my stomach threatens to come up, and my vision tilts and sways.

I may hate Mark with all my being, that just seeing his face brings so much anger, that I didn't even know I could contain.

But it also brought so much fear, I thought that as soon as I saw him again that I would just charge at him with all my hatred and resentment, to end his life because he killed me first, it was only fair.

Standing in front of him now, I don't feel that hate or that anger, I wanted to not be afraid, I wanted him to know that his plan to kill me failed, that I am very much alive and not even an ounce of me is ready to give up a fight.

Yet, I don't feel that way.

Why?

Why am I stuck, stuck staring wide-eyed like a deer caught in headlights, frozen looking into the eyes of the very thing that is going to kill me if I don't move, if I don't run away?

This man, made my life a living hell, so why can't I send him to hell?

Why?!

I remember all the pain he had caused, the beatings, the torture, and the suffering he had put upon me.

The days he starved me, remained me of my dead parents, touched me, and forced me, violated me, it was all still fresh in my memories.

It was a normal day in this hell hole, I was already awake, sitting prop against the wall my knees drawn to my chest, my head up and my dead eyes staring at the door that held both my death and salvation.

Exhausted after the night of Mark's playing, I was wishing that he was worn out, that he wouldn't come down and finally give me a break, sadly that wish didn't come to fruition, as the door open and in came my death wish.

"Connor, good morning. Are you having a pleasant start to the day?"

No, not with you being alive and all, also clearly, I'm still alive, so the morning is not very pleasant.

"Now, now Connor surely, I don't have to tell you to stand up, it's already a year and you still haven't learned anything, seriously?" He tsked, stepping closer towards me.

I scramble to my feet, doing as he had taught me to do before, my eyes on him always.

Wow, it's been a year since I've been kept prisoner here.

"Connor, do you know what today's date is?" Mark smiles at me, as he now stands in front of me, his hand slowly creeping around my waist, pulling me closer to him, his clothed and warm body sending shivers through my cold and naked self.

"No, I don't know," I reply to him my eyes looking anyway else but at him.

"Well, my sweet, it's the anniversary of your dear parent's death."

His words rang in my ears.

My parent's death.

It's been a year.