Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

34 | Burn

Chris's POV

"Haven't you fucking done enough?" I hissed. "You've taken everything from me. Aren't you fucking happy now? You ripped my life apart."

He laughed. "Oh honey, I'm not even close to being done with you."

"Why won't you just fucking end it? Kill me."

"Because that's too easy. I wanna watch you suffer first." He told me. "I want to bring you to your breaking point. I want to see you beg for death."

"I am begging! Fucking kill me! End my life. I'm fucking ready."

"I don't think you are."

Next thing I know, he drove his fist into my stomach. I fell over, trying to put my hands out to break my fall. I was too weak to defend myself right now. I'm in pain. I can feel the beginning of withdrawals. My body has taken so many beatings that I can barely even move.

"Do it." I growled. "Fucking kill me!"

He kicked me in the side of the head and I fell back down. I didn't have the strength to get off the floor again.

"What about your little prostitute? Aren't you worried about what I'll do to him?"

"He can handle himself."

"He's a mess." He whispered. He squatted down and grabbed me by my hair, forcing me to look up at him. "When I left him, he was crying, screaming your name. He wanted you to save him and you didn't...you couldn't."

"Fuck you."

"You're a pathetic excuse for a human."

"Then kill me."

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Ricky's POV

I laid on the bed, one hand cuffed to the headboard. I had the blanket wrapped tightly around my body. He left some time ago. I only stopped crying a few minutes ago.

I'm scared. I don't want to go through this again. I don't even know why he's doing this. I didn't do anything to him.

There's only two ways this could possibly end. One: I kill myself; Two: I let this continue until he's tired of me and he kills me. I'm leaning towards the first option. It's the easiest.

I don't like this. I don't want this. I highly doubt that was just a one time thing. I don't think any of this has anything to really do with me though. I think he's only doing this to me to hurt Chris. He wants to destroy me in order to harm Chris. But I don't think he realizes that Chris means more to me than I do to him. I'm not important. I'm expendable. I'm replaceable. If I die, Chris will just find someone else. I care about him but I don't think he really cares about me all that much.

I spent way too long being forced into things. I don't think I can physically handle it again.

I sat in the corner, watching the door. I was shivering. It was so cold. Every day he would just lock me in this room. It wasn't even a room, really. It was a closet. The only light came from a nearly burnt out bulb on the wall.

He'd come in here and there to touch me. He brought me food every couple days. It was never much though. I wonder if my parents saw what happened to me they'd regret kicking me out.

I cried for the first few months, but now I've realized that it won't help. I'm fucked and there's nothing that can be done.

I can hear his footsteps as he moves throughout the apartment. He doesn't come in here when there are people over. He tells me he'll hurt me if I make noise. He doesn't want anyone to know what he does to me. Or that I'm even here.

He lets me out when he's alone. Sometimes. And when he does let me out, he likes to try and hurt me or humiliate me.

I don't know what I did to deserve it. I don't know what I did wrong.

He doesn't let me wear clothes. He always makes me stay naked. I'm usually chained up too. He makes me wear a collar that's usually attached to the wall, and he sometimes ties me up when he's really mad.

I hear his footsteps getting close. He opened the door and I looked up at him.

He grabbed me by my hair and undid the collar. He led me over to the living room and sat down in the couch. I was kneeling on the floor in front of him. I didn't say anything. He hurts me when I speak.

"Turn around. Head down, ass up." He ordered.

I did as I was told. I slowly turned my back to him and leaned down.

"Spread your legs."

I moved my legs apart as far as they'd go, allowing him to see everything.

"Good. Now don't move until I come back."

He stood up and left the room. He headed towards the kitchen.

I stayed completely still for what felt like hours. I finally heard him enter the room. He was holding something but I couldn't see what it was. He sat back down on the couch behind me.

I could feel heat radiating from whatever he was holding. I tried to look behind me but I couldn't see.

Next thing I know, I felt this white hot searing pain radiate throughout my body. I immediately collapsed on the floor. I screamed.

I glanced up at him through my hair and tears. He was holding a pot. Whatever was in it, water I'm assuming, was steaming.

He reached over and grabbed me by my hair. He pulled me up onto my knees. He turned me around so that I was facing him. He suddenly grabbed my jaw and forced my mouth open. He dug his fingers into my skin, making it so I couldn't close my mouth.

He lifted the pot up. I made a noise and tried to pull away. He tightened his grip.

Next thing I know, boiling water was poured down my throat. I screamed but just ended up choking on the water.

He released me and I fell to the ground. I spit the water out. It had ran all down my neck and into my hair. My entire body felt like it was on fire. My skin was red and everything ached.

He just dragged me back to the closet. He tied me up and left me there. I'm alone again.

I don't it again. I don't know what this man is capable of doing. I don't know if he'll hurt me like the otehr one did. He probably will. But I'm scared. I just want someone to help me. I want Chris.

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sorry this is short asf but yeah

~xxLux