A little crazy

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As I tried to put the earpiece in her ears she moved her head around trying to play a game of I want to die early by annoying you. ‘If you don’t stop I whispered, I’ll have to hurt you, and I don’t want to do that…yet,so stay still’.
She shook her head. ‘What are you trying to do to me?’,she had the balls to ask.‘Try!?’,I exclaimed with a scoff. ‘At this point the term ‘‘try’’, doesn’t apply because if I want to, I can, do anything’.I put one earpiece into my front pocket, held her chin to make her head more stable. She still bopped it and moved it around causing me to press on her throat for a while with a few warnings before she complied. I wore both earpiece for her and turned them on. I now soft spoke with every word I said being picked up by the mic and carried to the earpiece we were wearing. ‘If you scream I said taking off my pair and throwing it into an open box, you hurt your own ears’.

She looked at me strangely,it was nothing new. She wanted to ask a question something she’s been a lot this while but she didn’t want to speak. I went towards the torture table, picking up a nail cutter, a roll of incense sticks with matches and I came towards her.

‘From now onwards. If you scream, I hurt you,if you don’t speak softly or in a whisper, I hurt you and if you move indiscreetly in attempt to escape, I’ll break your fingers’. she nodded her face becoming incredibly stoic as if she weren’t scared to her ovaries. ‘I want you to sing a song for me, I know its your favourite too so you’ll know the lyrics’.
‘Which song?’, she said without whispering nor soft speaking.
I dropped the rest of the items in my chair,lighting a match and sending the flame closer to the incense stick.
‘No no, I’m sorry’, she pathetically whispered. I raised her short sleeve up and pressed the incense to her arm. She screamed in pain and screamed more due to the pain she felt when the scream reversed back to her through the ear phones. I took the stick away from her skin and dropped it to the ground. I stood frozen as I looked on at the blood that seeped from the charred skin. She began to cry. Fire hurts. I watched with a sad face until I turned around and got the first aid equipment. Cleaned up the wound and bandaged it. ‘Stop crying’,I said to her. She stopped but she was still sobbing.

I sighed once more. I took a handkerchief and wiped her tears and ordered her to blow her nose into the handkerchief. Her hair was now completely dishevelled. Face puffy from crying. Her breathing frantic due to being hovered over by a psychopath not that I’d agree that I’m a psychopath.

‘Don’t cry’, I said stroking her hair gently.
‘All you have to do is to not displease me and I promise you’ll leave here almost whole, I soft spoke. She nodded. ‘Reply with your mouth and voice’, whispered calmly.
‘Yes…sir’, she responded in a soft voice.
‘I like that’.
‘Where were we .Ah yes, sing for me darling or should I sing for you’.
‘I’ll sing for you’,she soft spoke.
‘Okay then sing Sad, by XX since you’re sad at the moment’.
‘Yes sir’, she replied and began to sing. She had a beautiful voice, very sweet, all this was lacking was some instrumentals. I walked over to where my torture devices are and picked up a guitar. ‘Start again’, I said to her, but start when you hear the cue from the guitar’.
‘Yes sir’, she responded. I reached the part where she was to sing, she began singing and even though her voice cracked in the middle of the song it was still beautiful.
‘That was good’, I said to her as I was about to sit down.

I sat down on the chair and immediately jumped out because the nail cutter pricked me. I turned around to find her smiling. Her face dwindled to a stoic expression when she saw the look on my face.