sick ☞ dark h.s [MAJOR EDITING]

two // please stop.

I don't wanna be bad, I won't cheat you no more.

[bel air - lana del rey - paradise album]

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my wrists struggled to get free, but no avail. they've gotten looser of course. fuck, why won't they just break already? why won't I just break? it's maybe been about a week and my body is definitely not used to not eating. although he came down a couple times and shoved some unknown meat down my throat, along with some rice.

I pull one more time and clink. it breaks. I laugh in relief and unbuckle my other wrist, along with my ankles. as soon as I stand up, I fall to my knees.

❝fuck!❞ I scream. I rub my knees and steadily pick myself off the ground. I find a switch on the wall and flip it and the whole room is lightened.

❝holy shit..❞ I whisper, cringing. blood covers the walls. along with dead bodies. that's where the meat came from. I let out a few sobs. I look around the room and my eyes land on a single sheet of paper tacked onto the wall. I walk over to it and read the print.

TORTURE SCHEDULE

WEEK ONE; HUNGER

WEEK TWO; PLAYROOM

WEEK THREE; SLAVE

WEEK FOUR; BLOOD

I stop reading to let out a few more cries before wiping my eyes and continue.

WEEK FIVE; PLAYROOM PT. 2

WEEK SIX; PURE TORTURE

WEEK SEVEN; DEAD

I back away from the wall slowly, biting my lip to keep whimpers from escaping. I keep backing up until I run into something hard. I gasp escapes my lips as I'm yanked around.

❝I see you've found the schedule.❞ his deep voice roars. I let out a scream and start to run away. he catches up to me and yanks me into his arms, gripping his rough fingers into my thighs.

❝come on, princess. i think it's time for the playroom, hmm? don't you think?❞ he walks heavily up the stairs back up to the living room. he locks the basement door and sets me down, only to throw me back over his shoulder.

❝before we do anything, you're taking a fucking bath. did you piss on yourself?❞ he asks.

❝I was tied down to a chair. where else was I supposed to go?❞ I ask, rolling my eyes. he smacks the back of my thigh harshfully and I let out a cry.

❝rule number one; you will not fucking disrespect me or talk back to me. unless you want to be like those girls you saw down there.❞ I whimper and nod.

❝yes, Sir..❞ he chuckles and gives my thigh a squeeze, walking up another flight of stairs. we enter the bathroom and he sets me down to shut and lock the door. he walks over to the shower and starts it, getting out a towel for me.

❝I never treat my girls this good.❞ I swallow the lump and my throat and lick my lips.

❝thank you.❞ he backs away from the shower and walks back over to me.

❝well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to get in?❞ he barks at me and I jump a little.

❝I.. I don't want you in here while I get undressed..❞ my voice shakes and he rolls his eyes.

❝I'm gonna see your body no matter what.❞ he crosses his arms and leans against the wall behind him. I nod slowly and quickly strip down to my panties. I cover my chest and look up at him and he's smirking.

❝you can take those off in the shower, baby.❞ he says, pointing to the running water. I nod and get in, taking them off almost immediately. I sigh in relief as the hot water hits me. I reach down to grab this body wash stuff but it says men. I furrow my eyebrows before grabbing it and peeking my head out the curtain.

❝can I use this?❞ my tiny voice makes me seem even more vunerable.

❝of course.❞ I shut the curtain again and I finish washing myself; (basically scrubbing my entire body then washing my hair and repeat 2 more times)

I turn the water off and sigh. I peek my head out again and ask for a towel which he kindly walks over and hands it to me.

❝thank you..❞

❝daddy.❞ he says lowly.

I nod. ❝daddy.❞ he smirks again and I wrap it around my tiny body. and by tiny, I mean short. I suddenly feel dizzy and lightheaded and I back up into a wall to catch my balance.

❝it's because you haven't ate actual food in a while.❞ a grin plays on his lips and I furrow my eyebrows and tilt my head slightly.

❝what are you talking about?❞ I start to pant. I then remember the bodies from downstairs and I run towards the toliet and throw up everything I've ever digested. and I keep throwing up just at the thought. he stands behind me laughing, his arms folded across his chest. I look back at him and frown at him. I slip a little on the floor and sit all the way down.

❝you're sick. you're fucking sick!❞

❝really? because, you weren't complaining while you shoved them in your mouth. I would've thought you figured it out since you could smell them.❞

I look away and think. I fucking ate humans. oh god. I lean back over the toliet and throw up one more time. I find my strength and stand up, holding onto his shirt and my towel.

❝one more thing,❞ he growls in my ear, his strong grip on my forearm. there's gonna be bruises there later. ❝don't fucking call me sick. ever. I could kill you right here, right now.❞

❝yeah? how? you gonna stab me, shoot me, choke me?❞ I bite back. he throws me against the wall, the mirror shaking. I'm surprised my towel hasn't fell off yet. he closes the space between us, his nails digging into my thighs. I bite the inside of my cheeks and close my eyes.

❝how do you want me to?❞ he smirks, brushing the hair out of my face. a few more tears escape and run down my pale cheeks.

❝I'm sorry.. none of them.❞ the pressure of my thighs is almost unbareable, I can feel the blood trickle down my legs. ❝please stop.. it hurts.❞ his lips brush against my ear and he chuckles softly.

❝this isn't even the half of it.❞

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❝here, put this on.❞ he yells, handing me a shirt and boxers. I nod and wait for him to close his eyes. he stands confused for a moment and huffs. ❝just fucking change.❞

I jump at his harsh tone and nod frantically. I set the shirt down and slip on the boxers. I hesitantly remove the towel and reach for the shirt with one hand, the other across my chest. he grabs my wrist and yanks it from my body, pushing me back against the wall and making me drop the shirt. his fingers trace my hipbone and I tense. his eyes are locked on my chest and I feel like dying. I've always been insecure about this part of myself; not because they're small or anything I just don't like them. one of his hands reach up to massage one of them and I shut my eyes tightly.

❝you have cute little nipples.❞

❝thanks.❞ I say, my voice barely above a whisper. my back arches slightly as he pinches them and chuckles. he lets me go and hands me the shirt again.

❝don't worry, baby. this week will be fun, for me at least.❞

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