Chrys
He was leaving more often than not and despite how far down the basement was to my room, I could still hear the screams of all of his victims.
Some days he would come up to the bedroom drenched in blood with a malicious grin on his face. And because of this, because of his extracurricular activities, he left me alone. Not completely, but enough for my body to feel sore every day.
And I felt guilt like no other because of it. I felt like I needed to figure out a way to get his attention back on me so he could leave these other people alone, but no matter what I tried, he didn't budge.
I tried putting on the flimsy night dresses that showed my body through the material and even approached him naked. Each time he would tell me I was adorable and that we would play later.
Some nigh
