SURVIVOR

// Locked away //

Guys I swear I didn't mean to ⬆️

But this artist just makes him look so ✨🔪

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Brian pushed me into the dark bedroom after leading me upstairs, throwing a noodle strap tank top my way along with a pair of basketball shorts.

"Stay in there." Brian grumbled, pushing me in as I clawed at his arm. "No! Don't!" I pleaded, but it was to late before I was pushed to the wooden floor as the door slammed shut.

Click

And locked.

My h/l h/c hair was still wet, the towel that was wrapped around my body was falling off, dripping of now cold water. My palms burned at the sudden movement towards the ground, my legs and behind ached.

"Ow!" I jumped, resting my palm back onto the wooden floor only to earn a sliver. I lifted my hand up to my face, observing the wooden piece.
I managed to pluck it out, but it didn't safe me any piece of being in a room only lit up from the moon that shined in from the window.

Locked window.

Pushing myself up, I walked to the door and rested the side of my head against it, trying to hear any movement from outside.

A small smile came onto my face.

"Oh no! Brian! I can't live without you! I can't breathe without you!" I yowled, dragging my nails down the wooden door as I sobbed for him to let me out. "Please! Oh I'll do anything!" I sobbed, switching to my back as I pushed myself against the door, both hands on my stomach as I slid down.

"Yeah right." I chuckled, soon displaying a maniacal laughter as I stood up and walked to the door.

The midnight air nipped at my bruised flesh.

Turning around, I picked up the pieces of clothing and slid them on. They hung loosely to my body, but atleast I had clothes.

I bit down on my tongue as I paced the room, my stomach growled. Whenever the thought of eating popped up, I felt sick as my throat would burn for the taste of blood. The hunger went away for awhile, but whenever the bees came back it would get worse.

I was starved.

//Ticci Tobys POV//

I sat at the kitchen table, watching Brian make the stew.

The smell made my stomach growl, I hadn't eaten in two days making my light headedness worsen.

I clenched and unclenched my gloved hands, my flesh bended against the tight leather.

"So...when will the hunger pass for Y/n?" I blurted, I always had a habit of speaking my thoughts.

"In a few days, it's only there as punishment...plus we have all had the hunger and bees, it's just apart of the process." He replied, not turning to face me as I watched him chop up some pieces of meat besides the stove.

Human meat wasn't that appetizing.

"Hm." I grunted, looking down at the kitchen table. Many bloody stains rested on it, cuts and scratches from previous fights.

"You done yet Bri? That kid won't shut the fuck up up there." Tim entered the kitchen, taking a seat across from me at the table. "I just put her in there to sustain her, we don't want her eating one of us." Brian half joked, sliding the meat into the pot and began to stir.

It smelled sour.

"Yeah." Tim mumbled, looking down to the table, going out of thought as he crossed his arms over his chest.