Super Psycho Love|| Abusive Boyfriend x Reader 🔪

Chapter||11

Author's note: Another comment of people calling y/n a hoe will be deleted. This relationship isn't supposed to be healthy. Y/n know it isn't. That's the whole point- Hunter lacks the respect for y/n and is only possessive.

She's slowly falling out of love. She can't leave him, even though she sees his flaws. She's deeply in love with him to see that. She has her head in heart, and they're love is slowly dying out.

Point being. If a girl is with another man, she's called a hoe.

But if a man sleeps with another woman, he's called a king? Stop this please. I will NOT be tolerating this kind of behavior anymore.

Sorry it took a bit, working on getting a book published in stores. I made this chapter a bit longer--

Y/n
It's been a few hours and the small cage I was in was getting to me. With my toes poking out, both my feet fell asleep. The numbing feeling was poking in, and so was the aching pain from every inch of my body.

After Hunter shut the crate, I realized that I could've seek a chance to escape, but with what I observed from training with him, he had a taser to put me down, not to even mention that he's even stronger then me and a whip. Maybe it's just my lame excuse of talking myself out of my faults and submitting to fears and cowardness.

With the big question that still lingers from the back of my mind but never from the tip of my tongue.

What am I so afraid of?...

With my thoughts pacing every inch of my mind, and with the questions that I can't answer. I rest the back of my head against the metal crate. The rustling noises of the animals I was also encaged with wasn't helping my situation of thinking my own thoughts. My mouth was dry, and I felt like if I spoked, it'll probably come off as rough, chalky. My lips were dry and busted, licking them as a habit.

My tongue licking the dried, metacritic taste of blood from off my bottom lips. The stinging sensation from when my tongue met my open wound of my lips was sourly familiar. My eyes cringed from the pain from not just my lips but from my whole body. My eyes were as exhausted as my whole body. Every bruise, every cut, and every wound was coming back to bite me in the ass.

When this suffering--this pain should've gone to Hunter, not me.

"You dragged me in a bigger hell hole when you're hell itself." I mumbled softly under my breath when it was more of a hushed tone, if anything else.

My stomach, growling like a lion as it was a sign of hunger. I felt like a trapped animal in a cage. I was mentally and physically going insane, inch by inch while slowly losing hope and my sanity, if I got any left at this begging point.  I had no where to go, no where to run, but that won't stop me from fighting the will to live and escape. I now know how these animals locked up in cages feel like. Going mad and being desperate was just the beginning of Darwinism's proof of evolution to the extent of science and not the thin line of fiction.

I sighed softly under my breath as I closed my eyes, rethinking that same question over and over again. Like a bad obsession. A toxic pleasure of overthinking---a hypothesizing beat that's got me chained to these poison-like chains,  what can I say? It's a bad habit of mine.

What was I afraid of...?

That's when the pain found it's way back to the surface. No matter how deep I buried them, they just keep on haunting me. With my eyes closed, and cramped in an uncomfortable position, I don't know how, or when, but I slowly drifted to sleep. With my vision slowly turning black, ignoring the pain, and somehow finding my ability to sleep.