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Your Prisoner

foreverXDfujoshi

Reads 156
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Parts 6
Time 29m

Reads 156
Votes 6
Parts 6
Time 29m

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You know...i'm tired. Tired than I ever have been. 

One moment you're all nice making me feel special...then it all crumbles down to your malicious self, leaving me in despair.

My nightmares...you punish me instead of comforting me. But have you ever guessed that you were the reason I was having those dreadful nightmares? 

Love you say...maybe it was at first. But now? How long has it been since you ever whispered good night and laid down beside me? Only torture is what I receive these days. 

You fixed me. I loved that beautiful smile. I loved that soothing voice. I loved how you looked at me...your intense gaze full of love.

However its been a while since you...

...broke me. I hate to see your back drifting away in the doorway...it was the lack of your presence that distressed me however it's your presence that sickens me as it is now. 

Yet I can't seem to leave you.  

I did leave but my thoughts always trailed back to you. 

Did you ever realize that it was abuse that you were doing to me...that it was torture...that you were hurting me. 

My cries...you laughed at them. My beggings...you simply ignored them. 

The tortures...the terrifying memories never stop haunting me. The tremblings, the panic attacks they don't stop. 

The scars or markings as you call them stay there all over my skin looking all innocent yet they can't stop from bringing back the painful memories. 

I know all your facades. I've tasted all your torture. I've seen all your sins.

Yet I love you. 

Is it really love? More like a sickness. 

I left...i finally left.

I officially gave up. 

My love for you never died.All Rights Reserved

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