Annalise
"Thank you.." I said softly, my voice trailing off as he left the room. I didn't understand why he was being so kind to me. Honestly, it scared me. As much as I hated it whenever he tortured me, I knew that while he was torturing me, I would know to expect pain. When he was kind like this, I didn't know what to expect, when to expect him to beat me, to rape me. After about ten minutes of just sitting there, waiting for him to come back, I slowly laid down, keeping myself curled up in a ball. I finally managed to fall asleep.
I don't know how long I was asleep, but I had been trapped in a nightmare, Matt, the real Matt, had saved me from a group of demons, he had somehow killed all of them, he would take me back to his hide out, and just as he was about to kiss me, he would slit my throat, but I would die. Instead, I'd lay there, unable to scream, breathe, or fight. He was the demon that was possessing him. Only, he wasn't being possessed. He was the demon. He was the monster that caused me so much pain. I shot up, a scream escaping my lips as I did so. I instantly moved my hand up to my throat, feeling that it was still intact, my eyes flew to the door as it opened, I scrambled backward to the furthest corner in the bed, my eyes wide with fear.
"Thank you.." I said softly, my voice trailing off as he left the room. I didn't understand why he was being so kind to me. Honestly, it scared me. As much as I hated it whenever he tortured me, I knew that while he was torturing me, I would know to expect pain. When he was kind like this, I didn't know what to expect, when to expect him to beat me, to rape me. After about ten minutes of just sitting there, waiting for him to come back, I slowly laid down, keeping myself curled up in a ball. I finally managed to fall asleep.
I don't know how long I was asleep, but I had been trapped in a nightmare, Matt, the real Matt, had saved me from a group of demons, he had somehow killed all of them, he would take me back to his hide out, and just as he was about to kiss me, he would slit my throat, but I would die. Instead, I'd lay there, unable to scream, breathe, or fight. He was the demon that was possessing him. Only, he wasn't being possessed. He was the demon. He was the monster that caused me so much pain. I shot up, a scream escaping my lips as I did so. I instantly moved my hand up to my throat, feeling that it was still intact, my eyes flew to the door as it opened, I scrambled backward to the furthest corner in the bed, my eyes wide with fear.
October 4th, 2017 at 06:32am