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GENDER NEUTRAL
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You knew this was wrong. You knew this wasn't love.
But then why did you feel warm inside whenever he handed you a new present, a sickly sweet note taped to it?
The sinking feeling in your stomach never truly left, but it was starting to fade, being replaced by a new, nicer feeling. You fidgeted in his arms, his gentle snores blowing slightly against your shoulder.
A month ago you probably would've used this opportunity to try and escape. A month ago, however, you were locked in a basement.
You shivered, remembering the basement and how it was in there, dark and dingy with ropes tying you in place, rubbing against your skin as you struggled helplessly against the bindings. He always kissed the red marks the rope left.
Looking down at your wrists, you ran your finger gently across the red marks, the scars still stinging slightly to the touch after months of abuse. During the day, a bracelet covered them-another gift from him. The note that time had been a poem about your smile, attached with a photo of you when you were at college, two years before you met him.
A chill ran down your spine, but you ignored it. No one had ever loved you this much before, who cared if he was a little overprotective? You didn't like going outside and talking to people anyway, so it was fine that you weren't allowed out. It didn't matter that he punished you for even suggesting that you wanted to leave-that was love, wasn't it? His way of showing love. You gulped, a scar on the side of your neck starting to tingle.
"Stop-please-I want to go home! Please-" you screamed, interrupting yourself when a knife slid across the side of your neck, warm blood spilling over the side.
"You don't want to go home. I'm here-what else do you even need? I'M HERE."
You curled into yourself, the sheets rustling around you. Who were you kidding? This man was mad. You felt him pull you closer, his eyes snapping open. "What's wrong?"
"Nightmare," you lied, heart thumping when he started to kiss your neck, lips brushing over the scar.
"Just a bad dream. I'm here, you're safe." He carried on kissing you, his hands clutching you even closer, to the point where it was painful.
"Yeah," you sighed, letting him kiss you. "Just a bad Dream."
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