TechnoAnxiety

Wk 3 (x'mas) pt 4: Stream flashback

Week 3; Christmas Week: Part 4

Recap: Part 1: Gifts

Part 2: Shopping

Part 3: Nightmare

Part 4: Flashback stream

(Hello and welcome to the second angst for Christmas week! Good news is it's not as angsty as yesterdays :P (FUTURE  ME HERE- I WAS SO FUCKING WRONG I PROJECT WAY TO MUCH). Tomorrow you guys get fluff. Like, super fluff. Also, my grandma is arriving from South Australia, wish me luck. (By the way, I try to write my chapters a week before, so this is on the 17th of December, and my grandma is coming today) also bruhhh this is 1400+ words)

Y'all get this early, I won't have time tommorow..

TRIGGER WARNING

Basically this entire chapter is a trigger warning. So, please skip unless you 

a) like torturing yourself (please don't)
b) legitimately are ok with reading this

List:
- Kidnapping
-Abuse
-PTSD
-Sort of leaning towards sexual assault but I don't ever actually write that

- my shitty writing 

Techno's POV

Dream hops down from the block. Iron bars were surrounding my avatar as I stand in a cell. I sigh, exhausted. I get that roleplay is necessary but must we really have me trying to be killed every second day?

I take a sip of water, as he says-

"You'll die here, and it will be your fault."

The glass I was holding slipped out of my grasp, and I barely could hear it shatter. I push back my chair, falling out of it, onto the floor as I back up against the wall, everything suddenly brightens in color, my clothes touching me feel wrong, tasting blood in my mouth , mumbling incoherently and eyes darting around.

Dream paused. "Techno?"

You'll die here 

"Techno, are you ok?"

It'll be your fault 

Dream gulps. "Dave!"

You'll die here 

"You'll die here" 

The memories wash over me.

"You'll die here. It'll be your fault."

I struggle. 

Where was I? 

I open my eyes, and try to move. Something is stopping me from moving. Focusing on sounds, I hear a liquid dripping methodically. I smell a metallic twang, taste blood in my mouth. Coughing, I spit the red liquid up.

I look around as much as I can. I was in a basement, as far as I could tell with the dim lighting, tied up. Twisting my neck down, I realized I was bleeding from multiple cuts.

 Looking back up to the voice, I see him.

What he says echoes in my mind. 

"You'll die here. It'll be your fault."

He smirks. Walks towards me, twirling a knife. "But first. You came here, why not have some fun?" 

I try to speak, my mouth is dry. "S-stop..." I whisper.