Chains.
That was all I saw.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Bruises were left on me as I stared at the dirt clinging on as I sat in my own pool of sweat.
I tried pulling and yanking, but it was no use.
I winced as I heard a heavy metal door open.
"Oh you poor pathetic little thing..."
I spat at his face. My voice was hoarse from all the yelling and screaming.
"I have a new master for you... I'm sure he will enjoy as much as I do."
I let out a shaky sigh. Nothing ever gets me out of these things.
Just one chance.
Rubbing my wrists, I watched as he unlocked my cuffs.
I twitched as I heard some whispering.
Just One Chance
I glanced at him. Rage fulled me.
My eyes flicked from a deep shade of brown to a bright green.
Do it. You have just one chance. Do it!
I have to control these things. I can't do that!
Do it! Do it!
He smirked at me, "Ready to go?"
The whispers turned to shouting. I covered my ears.
"SHUT UP!"
He looked up at me in confusion, "Don't talk to me that way!" He raised his hand.
I looked up in horror, then my lips curled up to a grin.
Do it! Just one chance!
"I am your mast-" I caught his hand.
" I̒ͦ ̰̻͓̼͉ͨͯ̀b͜e̥̬͕͙̗l̹͇͎̭͓̹ͪͩͧ̍̔o͇͎̳̹͚̗ͩ͟ň͙ͧg͆̃ͩ́͏̫̻̤͎͚͔ ̳̯̭̟ͬͫ̉ͅț̖͔̫̐ǫ̯̻̈́̋̄ͣ̊ ̢͍͖ͨͩͫn͕̘̭̈ͮ̓ͤͅo̻̺͂ͭͫ̆͋̀ ̢̣̩̜͇̱̮͚̏̂ͫ́o̗̫̤̮̩ͧ̓͋͡n̙̦͇̈́ẹ̫̣͍ͯͧ̒ͨ̽̈͂͡.̦̝̫̟̑͒"
His arms went limp.
Do it! Payback! Do it!
"Let's play a game!"
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Mental Scars
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