Intro.

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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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⏰ Last updated: Jun 15, 2016 ⏰

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