A Spaniard boy by the name of Rain comes to the city of New York where he finds someone who impacts his life for better and for worse. While he changes mentally and physically, he strives to rise above the conflict that comes his way heavily. He fin...
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I felt my head loll back prompting a bit of pain to shoot up the side of my neck. It felt very cold the room I was in so I just knew I wasn't in my home anymore. Quite frankly, I never wanted to step foot in that place ever again thanks to him. The last thing that I remember before I blacked out from that awful scene that he called making love was him stretching over me with the most disgusting smile that I've ever seen---charming to others but straight evil to me. I moved my hands around a bit feeling I couldn't move my wrists beyond a few millimetres so I must be restricted.
I opened my eyes blinking and cringing at the white lights that hit me suddenly before I finally got used to them. I moved my head forward seeing blue walls with white dots painted on them in a plaid like pattern. Is this the hospital? If it is, I know he must have some pretty bipolar issues---to act so cruel and then bring me here? Something's off though here.
I widened my eyes to try to get my vision clear and looked down at myself. I was in fact tied up---around my waist, arms, and legs. I lifted my head up and stopped at the sight of Messiah laying in hospital bed. Why did he bring me here and to his room?!
"Awake finally...you been out for about three hours. It's dark outside and I was expecting to be outta here a little earlier just in time for our flight."
"I'm---", I choked on my words as I tried to fight the rasp in my throat, he's so vile and sickening.
"I'm not going anywhere with y-you."
"Oh but you will or else I can just do the same thing to you as I did to him. And we'll see who you'll remember then or anything else for that matter."
"You drugged him?! I swear on my life, if you touch him again---I will fuck you up!", I heard Messiah stir in his bed at my loud voice as I took notice of how he was strapped to the bed. This fucking lunatic!
"I did what was best for us. And once I get rid of this nigga for good, you'll have no choice but to be with me." He smiled as he walked towards Messiah on the bed making me fidget rocking in the chair.
"P-please don't touch him! You can't hurt him, leave him alone!" I saw him pull out a syringe filled with a white liquid. I can't let anything happen to him, I can't let anything happen to anyone else because of me.
"Benzodiazepines...it's like a sedative. Ones that doctors use for patients who don't need to remember their operation or something. It was nothing to soak a rag in it and get the job done with him. And now because this nigga just simply get on my nerves, I'm just gonna get him out the way completely." He smiled making sure the syringe worked before he neared closer to his IV bag.
"What's that then, what is i-it?!"
"Something called strychnine, just a little something...it'll hurt him a lot though."
