Author's Note: This is totally random. But anyways enjoy.
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If you're in love like I am then you probably know what it feels like to hear them cry and scream in pain. The unbearable ache in your heart that occurs and there's no way to end it.
Over and over the screams would ring out like a child yelling for help. They never seemed to stop. They kept ringing in my ears hours later. The whispers of "Why?" were all around me and wouldn't go away no matter how hard I tried.
Again it was happening. I couldn't stop myself anymore. I blamed it on him. It was all his fault I was doing this. He deserved it, everything he was getting from me he deserved.
He was slowly driving my insane. All those memories we had together were gone. The times we were laughing together were all just dust to him. But it didn't matter. I was going to get those memories back no matter what it took.
I thrusted in harder, easily slipping in with his blood as lubricate. But I didn't stop. Nothing could stop me, so I continued to thrust in and out of his body, emptying him one minutes and filling him the next.
"No…! More…!" Those words had become a lullaby to me. Those were the words that I always went to sleep hearing and always woke up to. Every cry, every scream was trapped inside my head with no escape.
"No… I have to… I have to do this for you!" The pleasures of sex were lost to me. All I felt was pain like I was the one being penetrated. Each thrust pierced my heart with a sharp pain like electricity.
I paid no attention to his voice anymore. If I did I would go even more insane. With his waist, I pulled my further in to him, filling him once more. I kept telling him I needed to do this. I had to because without him I was nothing.
I felt myself close so I quickened my speed. Roxas ejaculated all over his stomach. His worn out muscles clamped down on my throbbing member and as a result I came inside him.
I pulled out of him slowly. Blood soaked the sheets; blood was on my cock and also running out of his entrance along with my semen. He was filled with bruises and cuts from my beatings.
I untied the ropes that bound his hands to the bed post. His wrists were purple and swollen from the many times before that I had tied him. He was much skinnier then three years ago when I had first captured him and brought him here.
Before I knew it, tears were pouring down my face. I tried to wipe them away but they were only replaced with new ones. Roxas looked up at me. His face was always the same cold look. He never smiled or laughed anymore.
"All I wanted… was you to remember me." I grabbed on to his shoulders harshly and pulled him off the bed. "Remember me Roxas!" I shook him violently, but he still did nothing. "Please! If you don't I'll go insane!"
I let him go and watched as his doll like body hit the bed. The Roxas I knew was gone. His spirit had died already and now all what was left was his body.
I didn't want much from him. I only wanted to be his friend again. From the times when we would play tricks on everyone. We always would get in trouble, but we always stayed beside each other.
But now I was all alone.
He would never…
Remember me.