Mad
I have no idea how long I'd been in this room. I had no idea how much longer he was willing to keep me here. Had it been weeks? Months? Or was it already one year? I had no idea. My body ached from all the harsh beatings I'd recieved from him, for a simple mistake i might have said or done. My skin was pale as I haven't gone out of the house in a long time. I'd almost forgotten what the outside world looked like. What's sun and breeze felt like. I can't remember. All I can think about is Hunter. Hunter. Pain. Hunter.. Insanity... I can't think of anything else besides him and the pain he causes me. Am I crazy if I say I like it? Probably. I don't even know what normal is anymore. The door opens and Hunter walks in silently with a box of pizza in hand. Haven't ea
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