He's in control

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Ivy's PoV
Shock after shock, I Begged them to stop. But she wouldn't let them. She kept telling them that they had to continue with the whips and the shocks, the pills and the cutting.
She kept telling me that for me to be better, the best version of myself for her son, I had to endure this. She told me that he wouldn't love me if I couldn't kneel before him
But he told me that I would never have to do that.
His words were the one thing that kept me grounded, but he would come in here, wherever I was, and he would beat me.
I know that they would move me rooms, but they would cover my eyes and ears so that I can't see where they're taking me.
I wake up every morning in a dark room that looks similar to a jail cell. They would stick EKGs to me every day, always changing spots. In my cell, this sound plays and it almost sounds like a heartbeat mixed with the buzzing of a light. At first, I couldn't sleep while it was on, and I don't
know how long I've been in this cycle but, I've grown used to it.
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4 days ago
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Jace's PoV
Ivy and I were in this perfect space. Nothing could go wrong and we were breaking the laws without anyone knowing. As I was working on making my move and getting more comfortable
with her, I noticed my mother had walked into my room.
"It's too late."
Mother stuck a needle into Ivy's neck and injected whatever it was into her.
Ivy tensed on top of me and her eyes held this pleading look. She looked me dead in the eye before she collapsed, but before she could fall entirely on top of me, 2 of the guards grabbed her and dragged her away, out of my room.
"What the fuck, mom!"
I screamed at her and I was loud.
"That thing is not properly trained and should not be anywhere near you or any other member of this household until it is. And for you Jason, you will be undergoing the same treatment that your... pet will be receiving, only it will be under the guidance of your father. He will train you to be a proper master unto your pets. If you pass the test before It does, It shall be taken away from you. If It passes the test before you do, It will become a permanent house slave assigned to clean your room and bring your servant. This is your punishment for breaking the law as I
refuse to be the cause of the cold death of my flesh. This shall continue for a multiple of five for every day that you fail the test your father gives. Am I understood Jason?"
"Unfortunately, Yes it is, Mother."
"Very well then. The lock to your door has been replaced and now locks from the outside. Meals shall be delivered three times a day. This is set until you pass."
Leaving me with that, the woman that I call mother left the room. I heard the door lock behind her only confirming that I really couldn't leave. So this is how it is. I either need to change my whole demeanor and act like my cruel, ruthless, almost abusive father and lose the personality of quite possibly the sweetest person I have ever met or watch her fall farther from who she is every day until I pass this stupid test of my parents.
I'm trapped but I have to take some kind of action, and honestly, the first one seems far easier and less time-consuming.