𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝕺𝖜𝖓 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

Volume VII

She was injured, because of me, I hurt her and I wasn't suppose to, I wasn't permitted to,  I should have just left when I was told, why had I stayed, I do not know, my body functioned on its own, this was the second time, the second time I had a conscious of my own, instead of following her orders I gave way to my own senses,

How will I get it in this thick brain of mine that I am not suppose to act on my own, but Hope, she brings out the worst in me, she intoxicates my senses when I am close to her, her scent suffocates me...

She wants me to get closer to Hope, to protect hope and yet stay as far away as possible from hope, this past week was just her babbling about Hope, Hope this Hope that, I have no idea about why she's suddenly being so overprotective about a mere girl we came across just a few weeks ago.
But again it's her, she does stuff out of proportion and you have to just go with the flow.

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But how am I suppose to get close to that wounded foot without losing my sanity,
Her voice becomes unheard when I am around you Hope, that has never happened before, you intrigue me, I feel ensnare in your presence and I am aware that it's disastrous I know that it's wrong,  I shouldn't think about you, jot down my thoughts about you, but my hand moves on its own accord. Hope ...

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She's is making sure that I know how to properly protect Hope, she will make sure that no boundaries get crossed, but I'm scared, I'm terrified that no matter how she play her cards, something infelicitous is going to happen and I'll be the one who gets teared up in the process, I know she will do everything in her power to wreck me if I make one wrong move, because that's her nature, doing whatever she wants to do, nobody can stop her, I can not stop her, hell I couldn't stop her from breaking me, I couldn't stop her from shattering me into pieces, the pieces that I can not mend back together ever.

Even now she rips my core apart every day and I let her... Her very existence shreds my entire soul, every time I look at her, is like being stabbed in the gut, but then again because of her I do feel whole, complete I think and I have learned to live with that. I have learned to live with her darkness.

___Torture Warning🔞⚠️ ___

Gukie!!" He heard her,  standing up from his bed, tucking away his diary underneath his pillow he stepped out of his room to come face to face with his punishment once again, to go through that torment once again, he was ready, he had it in the back of his mind, convincing himself that he deserved the pain, the anguish, the suffering,  the scars,  that's going to decorate his body soon enough was his way of accepting his fate.

He heard the shrieking sounds before he felt it, she was on his knees in front of him, he was tied down to the chair as she was severing the skin on his foot with a piece of glass he was ordered to pick from Hope's house, it didn't click at first but as soon as he saw her, he knew that he messed up and something is going to follow that sick smile of hers.

He screamed, the excruciating pain he felt was travelling through his entire body, her laugh was making it more painful, she kept going, carving through his foot to his legs, the skin shredding the path that the piece of glass traced, once she was satisfied with her etching on his foot, she stopped, the blood painted his feet now while staining the carpet underneath him.

He tried not to cry but the tears followed the abuse, this was the bearing he was familiar with, the pain comes first then the screams follow and the tears proceeds, now he usually just laughs at his situation, because he's used to it, he has been going through this almost half his life, then why is it still painful, shouldn't he be immune to the agony now.