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Another punch to the back of the head is my answer He doesn’t c

are that I’ me was never about attraction or desire It was always about power About using fear to keep me in line This time is no different

Before, I’d stay quiet and let Billy defile ht hi that, I don’t stay quiet this time I don’t stay still or docile

No Pent up rage is exploding froth I had left inside ofafter he finds his release I scream and scream until my throat is raw and the cellar door is locked behind him

Even when h my head until all five of my senses are consumed by my pain

DAYS PASS BEFORE BILLY visits ain Wrapped food and a bottle of water was thron the steps before the door slammed behind him Three times a day for the past three days I refused to touch any of it Part ofthat he poisoned the food so I could let my miserable existence fade But that’s not Billy’s style He’d rather letover the prospect of hi it

I lay on ainst the cool ce beneath h to wipe it away I don’t care enough to do anything Right now, he’s ignoringhts Bastard knohat he’s doing too because fuck, ifdown

I don’t want to live anymore

I don’t want to exist

To be

If there were anything to kill myself with in this basement, I would’ve done it already And he knows that, too He knows it and he’s dragging out the torture That’s why he took the wooden chair away Hethe chair and using the sharp end of the wood to cut my wrists He walked aith that chair in his damn hand

I tried to crack wood off the wooden steps, but I had nothing to use and et a splinter

What point is there in life anyways? Ah I know she loves me dearly, she can also live without me

There’s Mako

But he hates me