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Blood blood blood. 
It's what I see everywhere in this room he's keeping me in. 
I'm feeling too weak and vulnerable to even move my neck and look around. It's something I haven't felt in my  entire life. 
I'm starving, shivering from the cold water his guards just threw at me because I tried to sleep. The skimpy clothes that I'm wearing barely concealing anything, making me shiver more from the breeze coming inside from the small ventilation up in the corner of the room. 
The smell of that dead body is still here, not going. Even tho the guards had taken away the body but the smell is just so awful and I'm feeling like to just throw up. 
I need to get out of here... Take a shower and just wanted to cuddle with my teddy bear to sleep but I can't. I'm too weak... My legs hurt my wrist hurts my neck... Everything just hurts... Too much and it's becoming overbearing for me as the days are passing. 
Dad can't find me here... This place... I'm on a private island. Away from the civilization and away from everyone whom I have ever loved. 
And the very thing that's just keeping me strong is just a little hope that maybe some day... Just maybe... He would let me go. 
Giving me my freedom back. But the hope... It's dying day by day just like my heart... 
I don't know how much I can bear before this all will be over. 
Suddenly the room's door opened with a bang, but I felt too tired to even look or respond to the sound. I already know who is it. 
I gulps when I hear his aggressive footsteps, approaching me. I can feel his gaze on me, piercing into my soul. 
The familiar cologne and smell of cigarettes came into my senses as I looks at him, moving my neck just slightly. Holding the eye contact with the coldest eyes I have ever seen. They held no emotion. It's like you are looking at a dead body's eyes. Lifeless. Emotionless. He have no sympathy. Nothing. 
"Pathetic weakling." He says, his voice harsh and distant, as it pierced through my heart, shoving daggers in it.  
I didn't respond, my throat, it's dry and in a desperate need of water. He huffs out a breath looking at me with disgust, like I'm the ugliest person he have ever seen on this planet. 
"So damn. fucking. Weak. How are you even surviving?" 
He says again, with his gritted teeth, his fists clenched as his eyes looks at me, and then went up and down. On my body. The cold water that guard threw on me made the already skimpy clothes transperant, as they are white in color. 
Not that he's seeing me like this for the first time. 
He moves closer, until I felt his breath directly on my own face, I took a deep breath, my chest touches to his when I did that. But he didn't move away. 
"You know, you deserve this. So don't look at me like you are the victim here." 
He says with his gritted teeth. The only emotion I have ever seen in those cold eyes is rage and anger. Nothing else. He refuse to show any other emotions. 
I gulps when I felt him unlocking my chains which was keeping me hang up on the wall. He free my neck first and then bent down infront of me, unlocking the chains which were tied tightly around my legs. And then at my wrists. I can feel his breath on my shoulder as he continues to unchain me. 
My wrists and legs were in the darkest shade of purple on where the chains were. As soon as he free my body from the chains I felt his one arm snaking around my still wet waist and he pulls me closer as my front collided with his front. 
I intake a deep breath when I realised that how much we are pressed to each other. Chest to chest. 
I don't want to be in his arms, but I can't help. Or do anything. I'm feeling to too weak to even walk. Dehydrated.  Having a massive headache including the body pain. 
It hurts... Why can't he just... Unalive me at once? Is he having fun hurting me and then healing me to repeat the same process again? 
I can't take it. 
I looks up at him, he was staring at me. Like a predator eyeing up his prey. 
"I hate you..." I mutters out, before losing my consciousness. Only remembering the last scene of how he roughly hauled me up on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 
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