Pictures to my brother ~Complete~

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TW: Swears Electric collar, Implied Rape
Guys, look, I love these books that I've made. However when I started this one I didn't think it would go far. And it hasn't. I'm thinking of discontinuing this until further notice. I'm not sure. I might hand this over to a friend though. Or there's another option. I'm not feeling this book anymore, there someone that reads this and comments on it. The comments are trying to be kind about it I'm sure of it but I feel like I'm doing everything wrong in their eyes. I get that the person's opinion doesn't matter as long as I'm happy with the book but I don't know. All in all, I'm going to redo the book. Make it so Dimitri doesn't have DID and have the book be a little different. Or continue what I've done in this one and make it so something happened haven't had an idea yet that made his alters except jay because it's important for later like gone into extreme hiding until I maybe learn more because I obviously don't know enough about this. But, lets start this one and I might redo stuff soon. I don't know, or maybe try and make this so I actually like it again. Also these aren't back to back chapters, these jump forward in time a lot. These are just some memories that Dimitri still remembers.

I soon woke up from a dreamless sleep. Uneasy, tired, scared maybe? No that wasn't it, concerned? Yeah, that's better. Concerned for my health. I sat up on my bed, looking around. Rubbing my eyes. I remember the burns that litter that side, the scientists are making a treatment that should heal it and make the side brand new again. However, this bed wasn't mine, this one was springy. I stretched, hearing my back pop. I soon heard what ever the fucks name come close, I've memorized his step pattern. I mean what else are you meant to do when its only him and you.

"Are you awake D?" I hear him whisper.

"Yes sir" I respond. He came closer to me, almost examining me.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked. "I gave you a new bed"

"dreamless sleep sir" I said standing up. "Thank you for the new bed" I walked closer to him, "what do you need me to do today?" I've decided that to not anger him and get me hurt, try and be the best slave, kidnapped kid thing I can be.

"Your going to go on a trade with me, I think you've proven yourself" he nodded to me, then walked out with me hot on his trail. We walked through the living area I've know for who knows how long. He then opened the door, the one I put trash outside of, and stepped outside. I hesitated. What if this was a trap. "You can come D, I need to grab a few things for you but you are aloud out here" he said walking further away. I stayed in my spot still not wanting to go past that point. I awkwardly rocked back and forth on my feet, waiting for him to return. "Deceit! Why haven't you moved!" He growled when he came back.

"I wasn't sure sir, I've never been past here. Your rules forbid it" I said quietly. He sighed harshly before grabbing my neck. He fastened a collar around my neck. From what I could tell it was electric. I felt a little shock go through it, I yelped in pain. What the fuck! I rubbed around it and I was shocked again. I once again yelped.

"Are you going to come with me now?" He says more as a statement than a question. I nod and push my self through the door. I shakily follow him. I take count of landmarks of the place just incase I go outside. I also keep track of the lefts and rights. We soon reach a door and walk through. And honestly? I'm amazed. I haven't been outside in forever. What a year or two? The grass looks so lush, the trees so tall. The sky a light blue. There's a small group of birds in a tree too. I walk slowly, kinda testing the waters. The slightly muddy ground beneath me squish's and I continue to follow what's his face. He seems like he's in a hurry. We enter a car, which I'm very concerned with. I mean, I don't know, cars didn't work out the last time. I slowly settle into the car, the engine roaring to life. Panic jolted through me and I screwed my eyes shut. If we were to crash I didn't wanna see. The car ride was short, and thankfully uneventful.

All they're doing is talking. I mean what am I even doing here?

"Deceit, this man is going to be taking you for awhile. Be good" what's his name says. The other man smiles and nods. I follow the unknown man out the room. Soon a bottle of something is pushed into my hands.

"Drink it, all of it" the man said opening it for me. He nods and I take a small sip. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth and I almost spit it out. The man eyes me and I chug the rest, it burning my mouth as it goes down my throat. He then nods, giving me another bottle of the same thing. What even is this stuff? I chug it again and he walks off to who knows where. The collar on my neck sends a shock and I follow after him. What I saw was horrible, it was a blank room but it had many types of weapons. I was petrified, what was going to happen? The man sat me down in the chair, tying me up in the process then left me in there.

I wasn't sure for how long but it felt like forever. I had become giggly, or it was the fly I wasn't sure, there was a small fly on its back close to me. It kept freaking out and stuff, it kept making me laugh. Truly wasn't my fault, the flys. I giggled again at the though. The man from earlier came in with a wicked smile. I giggled again, laughing, then sobbed. I wasn't sure why though. He came over and pat my head telling me,

"Nothing is wrong, don't worry" he said sickly sweet. He untied me, bringing a weapon into my view. I sobbed again, but he sighed, patting my head gently. He slowly removed my shirt. I sobbed again, then giggled as he kissed neck. It tickled. But after that I sobbed, what he did to me was horrible. My friends in my head have mostly disappeared. Adam, gone, no idea where he is, Chris? Gone as well, Jay is still here though. The point of saying that is I didn't- couldn't have a escape. I came to learn that drink was beer. I've despised it ever sense too. Ever since that day, I've looked at the man I live with, the first man who saved me, different. I'm even more scared of him. I've never stepped out of line sense then, and I'm return. I got his name.

Huxley