•Chapter 24 - Torture•

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It was silent...

I just sat there... feeling the bile inside of me gargle....

Dark faced his head sideways towards me....

He didn't exactly look at me though...

Silence....

I looked away from him and just stared down....













Peep. Peep. Peep. Peep...

Confused at the sound, I looked back at Dark...

He was looking down at a watch on his left arm...

It seemed that it was the source of the sound...

He released a groan - and while looking at his watch, he walked towards me once again....

He released a groan... a rather annoyed one...

Dark stood behind my chair and began to untie me....

I felt my arms begin loosen but Dark's hands suddenly jumped away from me when a distorted voice of.... someone... just.... spoke out from Dark's Apple watch.

"daaarrrkK?~" the voice sounded spine chilling.... sort of jokey... but.... breath taking.... in a bad way....

The man's voice made my hairs stand to their ends...

His voice sounded like scraping metal mixed with a human voice...
A voice with an American accent... his voice deep and deadly....
But weirdly- the voice sounded less human as he sounded more of a reversed tape.

"Yes b-boss?" Dark .... stuttered.

Silence.

There was a static noise....

Silence....

I tugged at my loose arms...

Taking them out until I heard the voice again....

"dO a livestream, darkY. peoplE want some... fun. anD you know I can't show my face, yet."

I litterally froze to the man's voice.

I turned my head to look at Dark... confused....

Dark glanced at me for a second...

Then ..... cowardly looked back at his watch....

"W..... What would you like me to film.... b-boss?" Dark said feeling slightly uncomfortable.... he even faced away from me.









Silence.











"jusT torture yourself."

Silence....

Dark placed down his arm...







"Boss??"

Dark faced me hearing my voice.

His brows were crossed.

"Shut up." He hissed before walking towards the door.... and leaving the kitchen without a word.

I could hear his footsteps running up the stairs.

I could hear him slamming the door...

.... in anger.

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