A game.
It's always been a game to him.
Kidnapping me. Killing the people I loved. Torturing me. Tricking me and getting me to trust him. Living with me. Tormenting me. It's all just been a big, elaborate game.
"Why Trey? Why did you do it? What did I do to deserve all of this?"
"Weren't you listening? I was protecting you." He answers, with genuine confusion on his face.
"You tortured me! I have the scars to prove it." As I yell, I entwine my fingers and start to push my wrists away from each other in an attempt to stretch the zip ties that are binding my hands behind me back.
"If you remember back, I only ever did that when you were disobedient or disrespectful. All I ever wanted was for you to love me the same way I love you, but you acted as if I was some kind of monster. Af
