evrythinginbtwn

[evrythinginbtwn]

strangers

"W-what? What are you talking about?" you breathe out, voice shaky. you cant seem to fully catch your breath, each attempt futile and unsatisfying. why cant you just catch your breath?

He smirks his stupid grin, the corner of his mouth peaking up and you hate it. you hate him more than you ever thought you could hate something in your life. why does he make you feel like this? why does he make you do this? after everything? you thought you both were getting somewhere.

He huffs out a deep chuckle giving you a look that made it seem as if you were the crazy psychotic one. and boy does he love making you play the part. "What do you mean what am i talking about? dont play dumb now, you know better," he tsks you with a slight shake of his head.

you're taken aback. confused. maybe you are the crazy one all along. did you misinterpret everything? surely you couldn't have?

"but- but i thought," you inhale a deep breath, "I thought you wanted ME?" is the room spinning? the room must be spinning.

again with that stupid fucking grin. "you thought wrong. I already told you i didnt want that. now fix yourself up, and get out of my face before i throw your ass out." his tone is no longer amused by your stupidity, his smirk dropping into something worse. something more threatening.

but how? how can he not want you? you had progressed so far, surely he was developing at least something for you? you couldn't have been that blind. you want to bite your tongue like every other time, but now its different. now its too far. you cant trust yourself now, betraying your thoughts to shut your mouth.

"i just dont get it," you seethe. youve never talked to him like this. you wouldn't dare. he just had to bring it out of you. are you even fully there at this point?

"how could you not want me? what you said? what you've done? what WE have done? you said-" he doesn't even attempt to listen to you. he's had enough of your insolence. he's let you speak out of line long enough.

he's not even angry. merely annoyed by your voice and presence now. your lesser than him, so dont think you can capture that much emotion from him. solely just an owner annoyed by its misbehaved pet. solely him annoyed by you.

before you can open your mouth again, your head whips to the right, your cheek and neck burning. the force sends you back and falling to the floor, barely catching yourself in time. "how pathetic," he snarls. maybe you actually like his stupid grin, you think.

the room is definitely spinning. you let out a low groan, your hands coming down to grasp your side. you're not sure what's worse. the pain from your self inflicted mutilation, or the fact your just feet away from her. all chained up and gross. and he still wants her more than you. "I thought you l-loved me?" you cough out. each breath causes more blood to seep through your fingers. no amount of pressure seems to slow it down.

you cant focus. your cheek feels hot from the smack and you cant imagine how red and puffed up it must look.

he sighs, his hand coming to pinch the bridge of his nose. maybe its my fault, he thinks. i just haven't trained her well enough.

"would you just shut up? its not about love, it's about fucking taste." he releases a long breath and shakes his head. "unbelievable," he mutters to himself, turning back to face the table.

the chained unnamed girls leg rests on top of the table, a large butcher knife sticking out of it.

"but why not ME?" you cry out desperately, not quite giving up. tears start to stream down your face. why aren't you enough? "I dont taste good enough?!"

his knuckles turn white from how hard he grips the edge of the table. if he was looking at you, you know he'd be rolling his eyes. "the part you cut for me was absolutely disgusting. you think i will spare your feelings from how sickening you taste, just because you voluntarily decided to give yourself to me? come on-" and he throws his head back to stare at the ceiling, completely and utterly annoyed by you, as if you inconvenienced him.

the room feels colder. everything feels numb. you cant even feel your cheek or stab wound anymore. did your heart just stop? you think so.

"wh.. what?" you breathe out, voice barely above a whisper. your hands start to shake as they remain pressed down on your side. maybe a cut from a different part would taste better then?

"oh dont give me that look. I know what you're thinking. it's you. no part of you will taste any better. trust me, i would know."

god, oh god you're gonna be ill. you're gonna throw up your guts. this cant be right this cant be right, you repeat to yourself. more tears begin to stream down your face as you stare up at him. you cant help but think how beautiful he is, even with blood all over his mouth. both yours and... hers.

"Am I making you feel sick?" its a struggle to get the words out. you know what the answer is yet you cant bear to hear the answer so why, why, would you go against every bone and instinct in your body and say it? you wish he had just wired your jaw shut instead, for not only his sake, but yours. that would have hurt far less than this.

a small grin starts to grow on his perfect face.

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i just need to read this song