Hello everyone, thanks for picking this story up; hopefully I did a good job with the summary! I'd like to give you a warm welcoming hug and some love for a start, plus add a little warning to the chart:
This story is rated M! Meaning there are some very explicit scenes that involve gore and other things... I might write a lemon or two as well, so if you find those kinds of scenes rather disturbing to read, please reconsider moving on. (This story also has some swearing in it...)
Also, English isn't my first language, so if you encounter mistakes; then I deeply apologize.
Enjoy Reading my very first story.
Introduction.
Wounded Hearts.
Sometimes, darkness uses tricks to lure you in; sucking your every ounce of sanity without mercy. It seduces you and seeks your most cherished memories; only but to crush them for further commitment. There are no rules and no emotions when it comes to that sort of breather, and by no means does Justice get involved.
He always got away with it, countless of times and simply brushed it off with one of his infamous smirks. They always end up finding the bodies, the signs, but not him; he's the mystery, the key to their sophisticated puzzle, key that they will possibly never find.
How long has it been since he started his rampage? Probably two... no, perhaps five years ago? Maybe, but then again; it might not be exactly accurate. I, for a girl; never particularly understood him despite going through many things alongside this... monster.
Yes, I call him a monster; a monster disguised as a human being. There is absolutely no way such a cruel man could exist, and yet he's right there; in front of me, staring with those crimson eyes, ready to do whatever he pleases.
He tied and locked me up in a room I found to be too cold and humid for my liking, with only a single lamp bulb hanging on the ceiling to light the room.
Whenever I had an urge to go to the bathroom, I had to shout.
If I was too hungry, I had to bang on the wall.
And if by any simple coincidence... I needed his particular attention.
... I had to plead.
'Because it might be the only distraction and fun you are actually allowed to have...' or so he said.
Sadly, I am a stubborn one.
Wounded Hearts – Intro – Finished.
I'm going to start writing the first chapter soon and post it tomorrow, please leave a review and tell me what you think.
Thank you