- HAZEL -
It’s dark. I am walking down a hallway I’m well accustod to without any source of light. None in my hand, not even my phone, and none in the building. I just know where I’m headed.
I’m going to et soone. The last person I’d actually ever want to et but I don’t have much of a choice in this matter because I’m not that privileged.
“Hello?” I call when I reach my supposed destination. My voice echoes and due to how much my voice dragged and how loud yet distant it sounded, I could tell how empty this place is. Knowing I’m in here in this darkness is starting to make panic. “Are you here? I did as you asked to.” I call with desperation. Each word of mine reverberates through the walls causing an even louder echo that leaves shivering in my spot.
I’m not using a flashlight because I was told not to when I got to the building. I don’t know how I managed to wade my way through but I’m lucky to not have inclured any injuries. If I did, the person I’m here for wouldn’t care any less. In fact, I’m sure she’d be pleased to know and see that I hurt myself. If there’ll be any form of concern, it’d be over the fact that the one person she wants being idle about our recent keeping in contact will see the sore if I sustained any.
A scoff leaves my lips. From all my talk in my head, it’s quite obvious who I’m here to see. I dip my hand in my pocket to reach out to grab my phone. I need to at least see what’s in front of and have a solid knowledge of my environnt.
“Don’t even think about doing that.” A voice filled with irritation slid into my ears. Unlike mine, her voice didn’t echo. I can’t fathom how that is normal but nothing about her recent violent behaviour towards has been normal.
I swallow, dropping my phone back into my pocket. I can hear the clonk of shoe soles, which by the sound I guess to be heels, hit the floor. This feet movent trails all around , letting know that she’s circling . Where exactly she is though? That I don’t know. It’s hard to pinpoint a location when I can’t even see anything.
“I ca as requested. It’s late and-“
“Did I tell you to speak?” She interrupts.
This makes a lump form in my throat. I shake my head in a ‘no’ to her question. She probably can’t see yet my whole body feels obliged to submit to her. “N. . .o.” I murmur.
“It’s getting Risky.” Asami finally says. “You’re here for just one reason.” My heart begins to bump vigorously in my chest that I can hear it. Wh. . . at is she dri. . .ving at? I can’t tell but her words make feel very uneasy.
What reason? I’m tempted to ask but even I know I’m not supposed to speak. She doesn’t want to.
“So this is goodbye. It saves the two of us.” I feel a sense of relief after hearing her but this is short lived.
My relief imdiately becos instant horror when my body lands against sothing hard before stumbling on the floor.
Pain. The excruciating pain of that sudden clash against whatever my body ca in contact with throbs throughout my whole being. My lips spread ajar to let out a scream. I’m panting hard, crouched to the ground while writhing in agony. When she ant this is goodbye, I thought it was my ticket to freedom but it seems she had other plans.
“You can’t speak if you’ve got no tongue.” Asami’s words trail off as calm but it’s very threatening. “But know what’s even more likely to keep you silent?” She asks. I don’t think I’m in the position or right state of being, both ntally and physically, to answer this. “Coma.”
My eyes widen at her ntion of the word. It made every organ in my body stop functioning for a second. My chest feels heavy. It’s not long before I’m grabbed by the hair. This ti, unlike when it was my body, my face is smashed against a flat surface I assu to be a wall.
A mortifying scream leaves my lips. I feel like I’m dying.
The more my head cos in contact with the wall, the worse the effect of it. I feel a thick liquid run down my face. . . and I don’t even need to think twice to know what that liquid is. I feel the soreness of fresh wound with the repeated attack on my head. I feel my senses shattering and my vision blurring with my own blood.
The tornt is worse than prickling as it normally is. It leaves unable to think, letting my body get accustod to what I know to be stiffness. And all I can do is scream and beg for rcy.
When one’s life is in danger, how they look doesn’t matter. They don’t care if their encounter will leave them deford for life, they just want the torture to end.
Asami claims she wants to put in coma, but from the signals my probably mushed brain is transmitting all over my body, I can tell what I’m feeling it sothing different. I can tell that I’m close to being dead. And sothing tells that she’s aware of this.
I hear a crack. I don’t know which body part it ca from but I know I am going through severe affliction. I can barely breathe. My nose feels broken and I doubt I even have my lips. My body is so numb yet stinging all over. My weight drops to the ground but that doesn’t save from being her punching bag.
What has beco of ? . . .
I can barely hear my own breathing. My sides are swollen from being kicked.
When did it all go wrong? . . .
Blood lunges out my mouth. I’m twinging with pain yet I can tell it won’t end soon.
Ah. . . yes, the mont I decided to pursue the sexual tension I felt with soone who shouldn’t be mine.
It’s mortifying. Dehumanising. They say when one is close to death, they’re faced with a peaceful dream of their happy mories so they don’t realise they’re dying. It’s different for . I know I’m about to give in because my body can’t take it anymore.
Force exerted on my stomach makes my body roll and hit a wall. I’m too weak to even scream.
I can’t see nor hear properly but I know soone’s coming to . “I wish I didn’t have to do this to another girl, but I-“ is the last thing I hear before an ear deafening noise resounds in my ears. My body stiffens. I know I’m dead but then, it seems that my brain is processing these last few seconds slowly.
Dying by a gunshot? Who would’ve thought that’s how I’d go.
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