Page 143 of Jagged Souls
Please fucking kill me.
I can’t survive anymore.
I don’t want to.
Please… I’ll forgive you for everything.
Just fucking kill me.
Bear brings me food, but he’s forced to funnel it down my throat again. I’ve lost all desire to eat. He carries me to the bathroom for a shower and a shave and a brush of my teeth, trying to remind me that I’m still human. But I move like a puppet, like a doll with no purpose of my own. I don’t feelcleandespite how much he cleans me. Pretties me.
Thethingin my belly is a disease. I can feel it again, and I want it out.
I want it out.
I want it out.
I don’t know how much time passes. Hours, days, weeks? Months? Years?
I don’t sleep enough to tell the time – the nightmares feel like days anyway. I can’t track the number of meals as the fog in my brain makes them roll together. There’s just pain. And more pain. And more pain. It never stops.
I want it to stop.
“Please,” I beg.
But no one ever listens.
It’s only me and the pain.
The increasing agony.
The fire in my veins, like ants marching against my skin, burning bites injecting venom. Filling me. Consuming me. Until there’s no part left that’sme.
“Please…”
“Please…”
“I thought about this all night,” Sadist says as he enters my room. I lift my head, feverish for his attention. He was the last one to give me V. Maybe he’ll give it to me again.
“Please,” I start to beg.
“Oh, I’ll give it to you,” he says as he moves towards the bed. There’s two sets of footsteps. The unknown is making me anxious and sick. “But first you need to do what I want.”
He stops beside my bed. I flinch, but I don’t jerk away. He’s offered me V. Whatever he does to me can’t be worse than this pain, and it will be temporary. If I don’t do it, then there won’t be any end to my pain.
“Anything,” I rasp.
He chuckles. “Release her. She’s so fucking keen for this.”
Someone stumbles into the bed – shoved perhaps.
“No,” Bear says.
“Don’t be an idiot. I can just break the bed to free her. I’m giving you a chance to get back on my good side. Don’t you want that?”
“Antonio’s never going to believe I’m the one responsible for all this.”
Sadist laughs, thentsksmultiple times. “All this fire you have because of her. It’s gotten you hard, hasn’t it? Having someone be sodependenton you again?”
