Status: Gonna Be Diffrent from the normal stuff I do! Enjoy!
Save Me
Grimmjow
"Grimmjow....here"
I set his dinner tray down. He rolls over in bed and grunts
"I'm still tired"
"You've been in bed all day...what's wrong?"
He sits up a bit and frowns. His back cracks and he wines a bit.
"Nothing....ugh"
"Grimmjow I know something is wrong-"
"ITS NOTHING!!!" he snaps
I back away and run up to my room. Looking out the window the dark wood become darker and darker.
"I wanna go home"
We live in a tower, in the middle of no where. Lots of huge tall trees and rocks, theres even a lake but its quiet far yet you can see it from the tower. Theres a small kitchen on the middle floor, the top floor is Grimmjow's master bed room. I sleep in the attic. Its cold, dark, and damp but its better then the dungon. He throws me in there when I yell or drop something, if his food isnt cooked the way he wants it, if I forget a spot when cleaning. All I ever do is try to keep myself out of that hole. Theres no food, no water, no sunlight, just ice. Its a huge freezer, ice covering the floor along with the blood hes made me spill. He beats me. I mean, slapping,punching, whipping, kicking, twisting my arms and legs, stuff like that. He will chain me to the wall where the ice is high and coldest. Sometimes he burns me with iron rods or with a pan during cooking. A little while later I come back down and check on him. Its only been a week from when he took me. Sure it sounds like so much in such little time but on the first day he taught me everything, I already spent three days in that dungon for forgetting to iorn the sleeve of his shirt. I look in his room threw the crack in the door.
"Jessica I can see you"
I gasp, his back is turned to the wall, the food untouched. I open the door and walk in. He pats the bed
"Come here"
I walk to the bed a bit scared. His eyes are closed and he dosent look happy
'Y..yes..."
"Sit"
I do as I'm told and sit on the bed, he rests his hands on my leg
"I want to kill you"
"I know..."
"I fucking hate you"
"...."
his hand slap me in the face, I grab it in pain and cry
"It sucks so bad that I need you here, i hate you you ugly fucking whoreing slut"
"Please stop...."
"What did you say!?!?!"
He springs up and pins me to the ground, twisting my arm behind my back, it feels about ready to break. I cry and scream
"YOU DONT TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"
He grabs me by the hair and slams my face into the ground. His backs hurting alot. Hes not useing as much force as normal.
"I'm sorry!!!!"
"YOU DONT GIVE ME ORDERS YOU FUCKING BITCH! I GIVE YOU!"
"I wont do it again!!! I'm so sorry!!!"
he brings my head up to his face
"Tell me what I am"
"Your my master..."
"What else"
"My lord..."
"What else"
"....Your my-"
He gets off and pushes me to the other side of the room before I can finish
"Get out!"
He grabs his back screaming. I run up to him and pull him into the bed, He dosent want me to see him weak, but he must be in a lot of pain to being acting like this
"What happened? Please..."
"Its none of your buissness..."
"But I can't just sit here and watch you acting like this"
"Ugh....I fell down the stairs"
I frown
"No you didnt"
"Are you questio-"
"Your a cat, you dont fall down stairs"
He grints and frowns, his lie failed. He takes off his shirt and rolls on his stomach. I gasp
'What the hell happened?!?!!?!!?!??!"
Three huge scratches and a thick nail are jammed into his back
"Just a little fight thats all...take it out"
"But-"
"JUST DO IT"
"I cant and I wont!"
I jump up and run out. Slamming the door to my room and cry into my pillow. If I took it out then he could just hurt me more, not to mention i just didnt want to. I wait until the moon is high into the sky. The tower is silent and all you can here is your own breathing. I slip on my convers and tip downstairs. I look back threw his door, hes asleep and breathing heavly. I continue walking until i reach the bottom of the stairs, I slowly walk to the door and open it
I set his dinner tray down. He rolls over in bed and grunts
"I'm still tired"
"You've been in bed all day...what's wrong?"
He sits up a bit and frowns. His back cracks and he wines a bit.
"Nothing....ugh"
"Grimmjow I know something is wrong-"
"ITS NOTHING!!!" he snaps
I back away and run up to my room. Looking out the window the dark wood become darker and darker.
"I wanna go home"
We live in a tower, in the middle of no where. Lots of huge tall trees and rocks, theres even a lake but its quiet far yet you can see it from the tower. Theres a small kitchen on the middle floor, the top floor is Grimmjow's master bed room. I sleep in the attic. Its cold, dark, and damp but its better then the dungon. He throws me in there when I yell or drop something, if his food isnt cooked the way he wants it, if I forget a spot when cleaning. All I ever do is try to keep myself out of that hole. Theres no food, no water, no sunlight, just ice. Its a huge freezer, ice covering the floor along with the blood hes made me spill. He beats me. I mean, slapping,punching, whipping, kicking, twisting my arms and legs, stuff like that. He will chain me to the wall where the ice is high and coldest. Sometimes he burns me with iron rods or with a pan during cooking. A little while later I come back down and check on him. Its only been a week from when he took me. Sure it sounds like so much in such little time but on the first day he taught me everything, I already spent three days in that dungon for forgetting to iorn the sleeve of his shirt. I look in his room threw the crack in the door.
"Jessica I can see you"
I gasp, his back is turned to the wall, the food untouched. I open the door and walk in. He pats the bed
"Come here"
I walk to the bed a bit scared. His eyes are closed and he dosent look happy
'Y..yes..."
"Sit"
I do as I'm told and sit on the bed, he rests his hands on my leg
"I want to kill you"
"I know..."
"I fucking hate you"
"...."
his hand slap me in the face, I grab it in pain and cry
"It sucks so bad that I need you here, i hate you you ugly fucking whoreing slut"
"Please stop...."
"What did you say!?!?!"
He springs up and pins me to the ground, twisting my arm behind my back, it feels about ready to break. I cry and scream
"YOU DONT TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"
He grabs me by the hair and slams my face into the ground. His backs hurting alot. Hes not useing as much force as normal.
"I'm sorry!!!!"
"YOU DONT GIVE ME ORDERS YOU FUCKING BITCH! I GIVE YOU!"
"I wont do it again!!! I'm so sorry!!!"
he brings my head up to his face
"Tell me what I am"
"Your my master..."
"What else"
"My lord..."
"What else"
"....Your my-"
He gets off and pushes me to the other side of the room before I can finish
"Get out!"
He grabs his back screaming. I run up to him and pull him into the bed, He dosent want me to see him weak, but he must be in a lot of pain to being acting like this
"What happened? Please..."
"Its none of your buissness..."
"But I can't just sit here and watch you acting like this"
"Ugh....I fell down the stairs"
I frown
"No you didnt"
"Are you questio-"
"Your a cat, you dont fall down stairs"
He grints and frowns, his lie failed. He takes off his shirt and rolls on his stomach. I gasp
'What the hell happened?!?!!?!!?!??!"
Three huge scratches and a thick nail are jammed into his back
"Just a little fight thats all...take it out"
"But-"
"JUST DO IT"
"I cant and I wont!"
I jump up and run out. Slamming the door to my room and cry into my pillow. If I took it out then he could just hurt me more, not to mention i just didnt want to. I wait until the moon is high into the sky. The tower is silent and all you can here is your own breathing. I slip on my convers and tip downstairs. I look back threw his door, hes asleep and breathing heavly. I continue walking until i reach the bottom of the stairs, I slowly walk to the door and open it