A rhythm of days I lost track of, but also a peace I was happy for. Even if I woke up death was closer than ever, but I was waking up no denying the feeling of my muscles moving the slightest.

I fight to keep my eyes close but I failed, my eyes open as darkness greeted me, a note that it was night or the room swapped from its light.

Laying there, I went back to my thoughts, but that's when I felt my wrists burn. I raise my wrist a little, my hand shaking, I didn't know what causes it but I cried.

Maybe it was the pain I felt, but no, it was the sick, twisted feeling of living again. 

I look around it wasn't much but the dark my head pangs from the sudden movement I made. My palms immediately start to sweat, my head hurts even more 

oh no, I was feeling it again the fear walking on my skin, the fast pace of my heart beating, tells me I'm back here alive.

"you have some nerve waking up now," a voice said within the dark, at that very moment I felt that feeling I never wanted to feel again "tsk tsk don't even think about it" a click of a gun came I stop all my movement, scared couldn't express how I felt right now.

"poor Eliza, I warn you being the nice guy that I am but seems you never learn" I heard his footstep coming closer each step closer to my grave. 

"P..please don't hurt me" I whispered hoping he heard, it's not like he cared. I brace myself for the worst. I felt my hair begin tugged forward with the feeling of heat brushing my face, I tensed as the heat turn to wetness.

'he was licking my face'

He held my hair firmly as my neck felt it will soon pop from my shoulders. his tongue brushes down my neck to my shoulder bald. I began to get scared of what he was going to do

"As any man touch you Eliza?" he asked sounding breathless by the minute, I didn't want to say anything I fear my answer will give out the opposite of what I wanted, so I lied.

"y...yes" with a shaky voice I said but his movement stopped I was almost thankful but I was suddenly laying onto the bed again with his hand pinning mine above my head and his other lifting my shirt up.

"don't you dare lie to me Eliza," he said fiercely his tone bringing my heart to an even faster speed the way my name rolls off his tongue sends me to chill "or do you seek punishment" his hand squeezing hard on my breast.

Frozen as the merciless thoughts race through my mind, his voice faded. But I felt his disgusting touch, my shudders becoming worse.

I know his sick mind might think its from pleasure, he was dead wrong.

His hand brushing against my stomach as he touch it lightly "a bad girl you have been I know you'll enjoy it too" his heated voice brushing against my ear lobe, rape was the only thing the cross my mind.

I fear

Suddenly his hand held my throat, tighten ever so slightly. The veins pulsing from the strength of his hold, lifeless was his eyes mocking me as I slowly lose the will to breath.

"But why would I let you enjoy it Eliza, your pain gives me the greatest joy" he says his voice heartless and cold not caring how close to death's door I was. "A tempting pleasure of bliss" he continued stating each word slowly through my blarely open lids I saw, the most frightening look in his eyes.

'Blood lust' a look of intent murder.

My air pipes began to suffocate a burning pressure filling my lungs. I didn't fight it I lost the strength already accepting this fate. Suddenly his hand let go of my throat, a burning fit of uncontrollable coughing escape my lips. I felt the heat on my neck as if his hands were still there.

Pulling myself closer to me squeezing any space away as I still try to control my coughing. Curiously I glance at him he had turn his head away from me, but I didn't miss the dead look he gave the world.

He look like an empty shell trying to hold the cracks of his emotions. That glint of emotion went away like how it appeared.

I push myself away from him, seeing how tightly he clench and unclench his fists.

Strangely enough I wanted to comfort him. I must be getting crazy the lack of oxygen had done something terrible to me.

"Sleep" he suddenly commanded shaking the dark room with his deep voice yet he didn't take his eyes off the wall.

I wrap myself in a ball pushing myself more in the corner.

It was silent but yet I still count the minutes. How could I sleep? The soreness of my throat burn even more , remembering what had just happen.

Actually at what is happening now.