Say you love me

Seven

POV TIVELLY

Chapter name: Nothing but the agony

I walk into the living room, stopping in my tracks as I come face to face with Presley.

"You don't look too happy to see me." He scoffs, grabbing me by the shoulder and ramming me into the wall behind me.

I gasp from the pain, my legs slowly letting me slide to the ground as Presley stands above me. He blows cigarette smoke in my face, forcing me to cough.

"Now I've been very bored recently. I've made a game up." Presley reaches behind my head, grabbing a handful of my blonde hair, forcing me to look up at him.

"You're going stay silent as you can as I slice your skin. If you fail to amuse me, I'll pour boiling water all over you." He smirks, shoving me to the ground.

I immediately try to stand up to open the front door to leave again, but he knees me in my gut, forcing me to double over, struggling to breathe.

He squats down in front of me; his hand reaches for a handful of hair, pulling my head back. He places a knife against my throat with the other hand.

"I could kill you right now. Your pathetic life would be over." He blows smoke into my face again, slowly gliding the knife to my shoulderblade, careful not to cut my neck.

"Please do it," I say, hoping he really will.

He looks at me, disgusted with my words, "What?" He asks. His voice is low, dangerous.

"Please k-kill me," I repeat, tears sliding across my face, falling uncomfortably on my ears.

He presses the knife into my skin and slowly slices my shoulder.

Thick red blood oozes out of my flesh, leaking down onto my hair and shirt.

I bite my lip, avoiding the whimpers begging to come out as he places his knife on my collarbone, pressing it into my skin and slicing me open. Crimson blood soaks Kaidens shirt in the process.

Within seconds his slow patient slices turned into malevolent, deep but quick slices.

Tears begin to soak my face as he draws more and more blood out of my body with his knife.

The smell of blood fills my nostrils, being the only thing I can smell as my head begins to spin in circles. Pain is all I can feel as I am so weak.
His hand holding me up by my hair is the only thing keeping me straight.

"Oh my God, Presley, what the fuck are you doing?" I hear Mary's echoing voice in the distance as my eyes begin to close.

I am falling now, hitting the ground hard. My eyes open for a second, just a slit, before seeing Presley bring his knife up.

Mary grabs it out of his hand, and my eyes close once more.

"You really are a burden; you know that?" Mary tells me as my eyes begin to open. Pain fills my body as the smell of old blood still reeks.

He has sliced my body open in multiple places. My body hurts everywhere, but the places he tore hurt the worst.

"You should've let him kill me," I mumble under my tired breath. The world slowly spins around me as I take a shaky breath.

Presley has always been one of those people that find pleasure in hurting others. He is a sadist, but I don't think he gets sexual pleasures from it.

"You have two stitches on your shoulder, chest above your boob, and four on your stomach.

This is the last time I'm fixing you up." Mary throws my black shirt at me, stiff from my own blood. I slowly sit up as she leaves my room, my stiff hair falling to my shoulders.