September, 17, 2015

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DAN HOWELL

I stare at wall, feeling nothing but my aching shoulders. I don't know how many times I've been switching to each side because I simply refuse to lay on my back or stomach. I don't know how many days it has been since I've been here or the time of the day.

The only thing I know is that the minute I get out of this room, I will fucking murder that bitch with with the mischievous blue eyes. Her face has began to annoy me because it's the only one I've been seeing. Phil gave her no boundaries and it's beginning to piss me off how much she's been getting under my skin.

"I put so much effort into this, try it."She coos to me. She had me tied to a chair, and she's been trying to get me to eat her horrible attempt of making pasta. I stare at my shoes, moving my face away from the fork she's been shoving in my face. I hear her angrily sigh as she threw the fork to the floor.

"I tried being nice, but it seems you don't realize the privilege you had." She tells me but I don't really give a fuck in that moment. "Look at me." She demands, grabbing my face and forcing me to look at her. I shoot her a dirty look, but it's clear she's in power.

She looks at my arms and smiles, she removes her hands from my face and grabs my arms. She begins to caress them as her smile grows. I start to feel uncomfortable with this as I try moving my arms away.

"You're so precious, your skin is so soft. It's starting to make me envious." She giggles, she reaches in her back pocket and pulls out a pocket knife. I guess she expects some fear to flicker within me but she's wrong. I don't care. 

This angers her, she puts the knife to my skin and glides it across my skin. I see the blood beginning to gather but my skin is numb. I don't feel a thing.

She continues to mutilate me, it seems she finds joy in it. In her eyes, I'm no longer human. I'm her canvas. Something clicks within, being on the other side of the torture made me realize something. I deserve to be seen as human, I'm not her source of entertainment. With the last cut she made feeling comes back into my arms. It burned and stung at the same time.

The bloody mess I see makes me feel nothing. I don't feel like I'm normal or human anymore. This makes me feel superior, stronger, better. One side of me wants her to gut me right here, show me what my insides look like but the other side of me is too cocky. I don't deserve that, I belong on the other side, making her beg.

The horrid memory makes me look at my bandaged arms. She was nice enough to do that much for me, she still did a shit job at it. It reminds me of the bandages Anne had tied around her fingers but mine were tighter and more secure.

I shift to my right side, my wet bandages causes me discomfort. That blue eyed bitch had thrown freezing cold water on me earlier because I wouldn't respond to her. When I still ignored her, she stomped her foot impatiently and left. She's probably getting something else to attempt to hurt me with.

The door opens and I don't even face her. What's the point? I hear her footsteps come towards me and suddenly I'm flipped over onto my back.

"Dan?" She calls out and my head snaps towards her. This is the first time she used my name, it sounds weird rolling off her tongue. "I'm going to untie you."

I furrow my eyebrows. She grabs her pocket knife and cuts the ropes around my arms and legs. I sit up, immediately ripping off the irritating wet bandages.The cuts are ringed with a red rash of irritation, it also hurt more.

Before I could do anything, I am pushed to the floor. The blue eyed girl climbs on top of me, straddling me. She grabs my hands and pins them above my head. I'm too tired to fight back, I haven't eaten in a day or two and my body is working on healing the cuts in my arms.

"I was expecting more of a fight, speak to me." She asks with a smile, she bites her lip in anticipation. I stay silent, and this seems to anger her. "Speak." She barks.

I blink slowly, feeling a bit sleepy. She draws her hand back and slaps me. "Wake up and speak." She commands but I shake my head like a child.

"Fine." She says, bringing out her pocket knife again. I sigh feeling a bit faint from seeing her signature weapon. I see her bend down to my neck where she begins to kiss me. I allow her to, I'm too lazy to fight back anyways. She kisses down to my collarbone, and that's when she leans up and positions her knife.

The door opens suddenly, interrupting her plans. Suddenly, the girl is thrown off me and an angry growl is heard.

"What are you doing?" Phil barks, I look up at him lazily. His fists are clenched as he looks at the girl, his eyes are pure black. That reminds me of Anne.

The blue eyed girl doesn't answer, so Phil sighs and turns to me. He bends down to my body, his eyes are still black. He smiles pleasantly caressing my cheek before his eyes turn back to blue. He draws his hand back in shock, turning to the girl.

"You didn't feed him? I told you to look over him and not hurt him. Look at his arms, your useless." Phil scolds. I'm too tired to keep listening, I see Phil take something out of his pocket and that's when I drift off.

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