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༒ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟾- ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ

" 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 "

-𝐿𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑛

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Blood trickled out of my mouth and onto the floor. I had lost track of the time , the days. How long have I been here?...

I was dancing in an out of consciousness. Sleep was the only escape and sometimes he wouldn't even let me have that. He completely broke me. I had nothing left in me. Exhaustion was the only friend I was well acquainted with other than this horrible cement floor that was stained with my blood. Although, I wouldn't exactly call the cement floor my Friend it wasn't exactly the comfiest place to sleep.

Despite the fact he almost drowned me several times if it wasn't for those few gulps of water I had I would not be lying here alive right now.

marks tainted my legs like a canvas an artist gave up on. I lost track after 20 and I couldn't count much more after that, what he did to me was horrendous. I had never experienced torture quite like it before. If only I could go back and do it all different..

and on que just like every other morning he arrives on time. He never missed a day.
I don't bother opening my eyes for I dreaded what was to come.
"Must I tell you every day to get on the chair?" He asks sighing to himself.

wincing , feebly I push myself up onto my arms that wobbled to support me. using my Upper arm again, he impatiently picks me up like a sack of feathers and throws me into the chair himself. I let out a groan , squeezing my eyes shut they reopen to see him sat opposite me in his usual spot.

silence envelops the room and none of us decide to talk. Deep down in my heart I felt like my days were numbered, It was only a matter of time before he killed me. Hell maybe I even wanted him too

Leaning back in his chair , his muscles flex as he folds his arms over his chest.

"I have an important decision to make today."

I let out a wavered breath , I wasn't even myself anymore for I was sure he had beaten it out of me by now. I couldn't even think of any snarky remarks to snap back.

"Would you like to know what it is?" he asks me , a playful smile on his face.

I lean back into my chair , if it wasn't for this chair I would be lying lifelessly on the floor. It was the only thing supporting me for my own body couldn't even do that anymore.

"You're going to kill me." I mutter casually

The grin finishes developing across his face and he clasps his hands together nodding "that's right!"

In a split second his eyes narrow his whole chirpy demeanour changes in milliseconds "and ill love every second of it." He adds , his voice deep and serious.

I swallow "just Kill me now." I whisper dejectedly, my eyes fluttering closed on their own accord.

"No rush." He comments casually , lighting himself a cigarette

"You're sick." I spit in a heavy breathless exhale

at this , it's almost like he took it as a compliment.

"Takes one to know one darling." He leans forwards , blowing the smoke into my face he whispers "you're just like me."

I pull a disgusted face and shake my head
"I'm nothing like you."