Disclaimer: See last chapter
She screamed loudly, she knew he could hear her despite the door being closed. She screamed again and again, hoping to God that someone would hear her one day. Hot tears ran down her pale cheeks and she didn't bother to wipe any of them away as they landed on her bare feet.
She clenched her hands into fists and screamed as loud as she could, banging on the door over and over again. She finally slid down onto the floor, crying before huddling into a tight ball, rocking herself back and forth as she carried on crying out, her hand hitting the door every now and again.
Her body shook with the realization it had been nine months, nine whole months in her own version of hell. She shook her head, more tears falling down her face as she cried harder,
"Why don't you just kill me already?" She screamed at him, she knew he was on the other side of the door, waiting for a time when he could walk in. She knew how stupid he was, she had tried to kill him six times and he hadn't even tied her down, she bit down on her lip when the door started to unlock and she stood up slowly.
"What have I told you?!" He turned to face her, shouting out in pain when she brought her fist to his face and tried to run again, he laughed at her before grabbing her now tiny frame and yanking her down the stairs into her room by her hair.
"I have told you before Jennifer."
"Please kill me." She whispered to him, tears fell down her face when he threw her down on the mattress, she couldn't take it anymore, she couldn't take another day of this. He shook his head and grinned,
"Soon my darling, soon." She cried out when he climbed on top of her. She hated this.
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She opened her eyes again when he was done, watching him walk out as tears ran down her face. She clutched her stomach as hunger rippled through it again – she hadn't eaten a thing in little over three months apart from the nibbles of bread she took when things got too much. She knew she was a mere shadow of the JJ her friends had known nine months ago but she didn't care, she would never see them again.
She shook her head and stood up, looking around the room for something... anything. Her eyes settled on the glass he had left for her a few days ago before he gave up on her ever eating or drinking now. She smiled to herself as she ran up to it, smashing it down hard onto the concrete floor.
She smiled to herself – she was still in control, she was going to chose if she died or lived. She walked back to the mattress and took the glass to her wrist, looking up at the door and looking back down as she dug it into her pale skin as hard as she could, she did it again and again. Smiling down at the blood before deciding she had done enough, she hid her wrists under the blanket and lay down, closing her eyes.
"Goodbye." She whispered, hoping this would be the last time she saw this life, this room, his face. Longing for this to be the last time she felt his body on hers, his fist making contact with her face. Hoping this was the last time for everything.