Til My Heart Gives Out

Til My Heart Gives Out

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., févr. 21, 2019
"How could you do this to me????????? I loved you!!!" This feeling was new to my body. Sweat was beaded off my body. Blood rushed from my head. He stood there smiling. I gave him my heart. He took all of me. He was my first love. He was the one above all. How could he do this? He told me he loved me. He said that I was all that mattered to him. He made me feel as if I was the center of the universe. But here I am. Lying here, bleeding on his freshly cleaned marble floors. As my vision get blurry. He face stays in my mind. I wanted to hate him. I wanted him to pick me up and tell me he was sorry. The man I loved, killed me.
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Why did he kidnap me? This happened 3 months ago. Many times I have tried to escape the clutches of his rough hands. Many times I have cried for help. But I need to get stronger in order to escape from him. Now, three months later, I think about this, but now my feelings are different. I wanted to kill him, to make him suffer the way he made me suffer. "Do it, kill him!" Is what I'm thinking. "Kill him and it will be over. I will be able to escape." The mask that was hiding his identity looks at me as I hold the knife to his throat. The whole time I been wondering why I didn't just slit his throat. He told me to do it, to finish him but I couldn't, I just couldn't. I couldn't hate him for the times he whipped me or raped me. I just couldn't. I looked at him holding the knife to his throat with a shaky hand. No matter how hard I try I can't hate him. No matter how hard I try I can't get the knife to slice Reidson's throat. Dropping the knife on the floor I look at his face. I couldn't see his eyes because of the white mask. Now the same hands that used to be so rough became soft and warm. He still beats and rapes me but I figured out why I didn't hate him for making me suffer like this with these same hands that hurt me so cruelly are now touching my face gently. I held his hand to my chest as I look at his masked face. His hand is stained with blood. My blood. I look at his face, I have fallen into a cruel love.

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