PapaiaXpapi
Will I ever?
Will I ever escape the imperceptable chains he dug into my achilles heel, the fetters binded along my neck, severing the last ounce of desperation inkling to falter out?
My face displays a despondent frown, I do not bother lifting my head to look at the passers-by, for my eyes are too busy graving into the way my nails are digging past skin and flesh - probably the only feeling keeping me sane at present.
If I were not careful I would have missed the agitating sound reaching past my inner voice,
"Hush, now, darling. Look, you're hurting yourself." The voice murmured as its holder removed my fingers from my skin.
"Those words would mean alot more if you didn't have that diabolical grin on your face." I spat out.
I was met with silence,, and an even wider grin than that from before...