2:35. The bell rang, as usual, signaling the end of my relief from the hellhole I was imprisoned in. I longed for the day when I would have an excuse to stay, to extend my relief, even if it was only for a brief moment. That secret longing instantly turned to gnawing fear when the day finally came…
2:36… I'm late… That one minute was all it took to send him into a raging tantrum. The door of the classroom flew open and he stormed in, cold, violet eyes set on my wide (your e/c) ones. Grinning at the obvious fear plastered on my face, he grabbed me by the neck and pinned me to the wall. Ignoring the gasps and looks from the other students and teacher, he clamped his hand tighter around my already bruised throat.
"You're late, my little pet. You understand what that means, da~?" he said in his sickly sweet, childlike voice.
I knew I had to respond somehow, I had to answer him; but I could barely even breathe. The never ending thought of 'Just a few more hits, I guess…' involuntarily played in my head again.
Just as what happened any other time he didn't get an answer that he wanted, a dark violet aura flared up around him. "Maybe I should just cut out your tongue so I won't have to punish you every time I ask you to speak. Wouldn't that be nice~?" he whispered darkly in my ear.
He pulled back away in time to see the uncomfortable, wary look flash across my face. He grinned; that tricky, innocent little smile of his sent my mind reeling. Satisfied with his work, he pinched the nerve in the back of my neck, sending my world to that peaceful, black abyss of unconsciousness…