*trigger warning: for exact warning, view top of chapter 10*
Josh
I woke up on the ground, my mouth surrounded by a warm, metallic liquid which I quickly identified as blood. Although, I wasn't quite sure if it was my own or someone else's.
My eyes were still covered, but I felt my arms wiggle as they finally had the freedom to move. So did my legs even though they were almost completely numb. My captor must have at least allowed me this much freedom by untying me after the previous pain.
And yes, I was in an excruciating amount of pain.
But nothing was as pain filled as my heart in this moment when I remembered... when I remembered that melodic voice.
"Now we can be twins..."
I reach my hand down to feel my torn up legs. Once my palm made contact with the tender skin, I felt my teeth grit in pain from touching the open wounds.
Even though they are horribly damaged and scarred and just plain hurt.
They are nothing compared to how horrible yours were after they were severed, Y/N, so we are not twins.
You experienced far worse pain than I, but why must you do this?
Why must you torture me?
I feel my heart sink into my chest. One of the people I had put the most in is doing this to me, but why? Why is she suddenly like Mark, the man who tortured her, and inflicting pain upon my own body? It doesn't make sense! She would never, especially after everything we've been through!
But that voice was undeniably hers...
I stretch out my arms to push myself up, only to feel the steel toe of a boot press me back down onto the wet concrete. My face crunches on the solid surface and I feel my cheek go numb as my teeth bite onto my flesh in pain.
"I'm not done, Josh."
I bite my lip to keep myself from crying. It's not like she can see my tears with this cloth covering my only sources of vision, but I can feel them. If I cry, I only hinder myself in this situation. I need to keep calm and stay strong if I have absolutely any hope of freedom
But no matter how many times I hear my captor speak, I don't think I will ever be able to accept the truth.
I feel a sudden thrust of pain on my back as a strip of leather comes in contact with it. My mouth gasps open and a breathy, dry scream comes out. Another slash comes, and another, and another, and the cycle of pain and suffering continues.
"Good," she mutters. "Good."
I don't think I can ever let my mind fully understand that Y/N is the one doing this...
I can never accept that she is the one torturing me.
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A/N
This is really short but it's all I can force myself to put out right now. I'm very sorry for this shit.
I want to fucking die rn so I think I might need a breather... maybe...
