Tommorow - Chapter 2 Lovesick

Her hand felt so smooth to the point where he couldn’t help but rub at it in a circular motion, letting the slightest flinch from her small body vibrate through his arm, sending shivers down his spine. It also felt supple just like before their last session, now that he removed the drying blood that spilled out from her cuts inflicted on her palm from earlier. He trembles in delight at seeing his mark on her, despite her efforts to hide it, and smiles, gazing at the girl huddling on the cold, wooden floor of the rundown room. She constantly whimpers from the painful grip he had on her already numbing hand.

“It’s alright darling; I’ll take care of you from on…don’t you worry your pretty little head right there.”

He states in a sickly sweet voice, invoking a fake sense of comfort around his terrifying person. It didn’t help at all since he was cover in her blood and several other peoples’.

She only shakes her head defiantly and tries to pull her hand out of his grip, and in which he responds by squeezing it tighter to bruise and hurt.

He stares at the pathetic girl, a slobbering, dirty mess and so, so very fragile, his anger flaring up like thousands of embers and needles.
for visiting.

“You think you have a choice?” He asks her arrogantly while staring her down, his eyes gleaming chillingly.

“Listen here darling; this is your last warning. I can kill you just as quickly as I did when I cut you open all those years ago! I own you; I made you with my hands, you couldn’t have live without me being there! So you better be obedient for me, alright.”

It was more of demand than a question as she finally looks up at him with her watering eyes. Choking back a pitiful sob, she blinked away her tears and nodded her head quietly.

“…Okay.”