2 weeks.
You guess as you took a breath.
Arms both high up, wrists tied on a pole.
Ankles tied on the opposite poles making your feet spread wide.
Your almost naked body only underwear was left to conceal your private parts.
Skin littered in bruises and slashes.
Finger nails gone, hands still bloody.
You heard noises.
Footsteps heavy and fast.
He's back.
Then fumbling of the padlock.
The door opens.
And he came in a frightening grin etched on his face.
"So how are you (Y/n)?" He asked grabbing your chin harsh and tight as he pulled it up to face him.
Your eyes was closed shut.
He clicked his tongue at this before letting your chin go, gently this time.
"Ya' know I don't usually keep bitches like you longer than 2 weeks to be honest. But there's just something made me interested in you," he said.
You never responded only shut your eyes.
"When I was supposed to kill you. You, won't beg instead you insisted on for me to do it," he continues.
Your eyes flutter for a bit making him grin again.
"It was confusing to me at first because no one. Not one of any of my victims did they want to be dead," he laughed.
Your eyes slightly opened at this but still staring at the floor.
"They always beg. Begging for their life to be spared and everything, hahaha. But you..." He paused.
"You..." Then he laughed again like a maniac.
Eyes widening lips grinning widely face in a total ecstacy of what?
You didn't know.
Nobody knows.
He let out a breath after his laugh.
"You wanted to be dead. You never beg. You never cried. And you know what? I kind of ...feel defeated," he paused again and took a breath.
"Hmm? I tortured you to the point that anyone wanted to submit to me. But you ...again. You, you're unique. Like a toy that keeps me entertained just by being ...you," he finished now smiling normally.
You look at him.
Then smiled mockingly.
"Thank you. I never felt this special," head turned to the side harshly.
Bright red bruise forming on your cheek.
You taste something metallic.
It's blood.
Your blood.
He grab your chin again forcing you to face him.
You look down.
"Your ...really entertaining," and he slice your arms slightly.
Eyes widen at the pain you can't help but look at him, his devilish face peering down on you.
"Hmm... I guess you can't still bear the pain," then he smiled.
He left after that.
Only to return a minute later with a baseball bath on his hand.
4th week.
You've become skinny.
Your skin sticking to the bones.
Underwear loosely hanging on your body.
Others might think your death if they couldn't notice your breathing.
It's been a week since last time you eaten.
Except giving you water he never give you anything but pain and suffering.
"Hmm... I'm getting bored of you. Should I kill you now?" Your eyes never opened too weak too speak.
He started his set up.
Putting a knotted rope as he put it on your thin neck.
Removing the rope from your ankles and wrist.
He slowly lift you up until it was to your standing point.
"Say hello to Satan for me in hell," and he suddenly pulled the rope down making you hang body confulsing uncontrollably but you never put your hand on the rope or move your feet trying to find something to stand on.
You didn't do anything to self yourself because you know.
It's useless trying to save your self in a live that was not quarantined to last long.
He though, finally you would cry. You would beg at him and surrender. But no. You never did. Instead...
You smiled.
He let go of the rope and your body dropped but you're already dead.
Your corpse turning colder by seconds.
Joints stiffing.
In the end you never beg, you never cried you never give up, you never surrendered.
In the end...
He only see your smile.
That mocking smile on your face.
