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                 🎲•|kokichi's pov|•🎲

I slowly raised my head as I heard the basement door open with an ear grating squeek and I saw the familiar figure of my kidnapper once again. it induced a feeling of intense fear in me as it should've but I've somehow been able to keep up my 'supreme leader' persona throughout these weeks "just let me go already if your trying to hold me for ransom no one cares about me, you're waisting your effort" I said with annoyance and sass lacing my voice. The kidnapper slowly walked around the chair I was tied too with a smile "no no that's not why I've brought you here, I've brought you here so I can keep you to myself forever" He said in the cool tone I've grown familiar with "I've never really been one for sharing" He said before he abruptly stopped walking in circles walking around me and grabbed something shiney off of the dirty metal work table to the right of me

"Now, I truly am sorry for this, I really admire your lovely voice but....well....im afraid someone will hear you if I let you keep your vocal cords" My VOCAL CORDS he's going to take my vocal cords?! "Wh-what!" I said without realizing "make these final words good okay? I want to remember them as long as I live" He said before showing me the shiney object he picked up. It was a rusty exacto knife. He was going to remove my vocal chords with a rusty exacto knife. "What are you doing with that thing? d-dont get any closer STOP! GET AWAY! PLEASE!" I yelled as I desperately tried to escape my restraints but....my efforts were useless.

Before I knew it a hand was placed on my jaw and he forced my head upwards, taking the exacto knife to my neck and began cutting. After that moment my memory is scattered from me passing out and frequently being woken up by adrenaline. Every time I re awoke my neck would be in a different state, lightly cut, open, and stitched up but once he was done I couldn't speak no matter how much I tried.

I could feel myself tear up as my kidnapper giggled to themselves and placed a finger on my chin, lifting my head so I was looking him in the eyes. I could care less at this point I'm so emotionally exhausted i don't have the strength to keep fighting his advances....i stared into his eyes blankly....he stared back with his smile unfaltering. He leaned in and kissed me passionately, not even bothered by the fact that my mouth tasted like blood and I was barely holding my head up. Once again I didn't care and I just let him kiss me. Once he let go of my jaw my head immediately lowered. However judging by the giggle he gave me he found that cute too. He leaned down, kissed me on the forehead and walked towards the basement door

as he made his exit he left me with three final words

"Love is pain~"

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