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Unspoken Feelings	By : violet-greenacre Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 2887 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: There are scenes within this chapter that some readers may find distressing.

Cold, so very cold it threatens to suffocate any notion of heat from my body. The darkness only hides my body like a dark unwelcoming sheet, I want to run, run so far away he will never find me. I can't, I know I can't. There are some things that we just can't escape, he is just one of them.
The coldness begins to bite again as the clouds begin to release the icy rain from their clutches. I lay staring at the heavy clouds as the rain cascades around me. I can't feel the water running across my skin, or soaking my clothes, or anything but the bitter cold.
Tap, tap. I feel my eyes widen as the sound of his steps echo over the now heavy rain. I shoot to a sitting position wincing at the pain in my stomach as I do so. He's coming, I know he is, he wouldn't let me be alone for long. I force myself backwards, vainly hoping to increase the distance between us, hard stone blocks my path as I hoped it wouldn't. I can see him now, well his outline at least, as he slowly makes his way towards me. The tapping of his shoes grows louder until it feels like it will swallow me up. I cringe against the wall wishing that I could slip through it, I know what is coming and I know I can't stop him.
"There's my little girl." He mocks. "I was wondering where you'd gotten of to. I should have guessed you'd try to run again." he adds in a disapproving tone. I glance at his face an notice his smirk, the sparkle in his eyes that only appears in these situations is illuminated in some foreign light. He holds his hand out to me, questioning what I will do. "Now are you going to come back, or am I going to have to drag you again?" He voices his question aloud, the same question he asks me every time.
I want to run, now more than ever. I want to get away, yet I know if I try things will be worse. Things will be much, much worse. I glance around not really knowing why. Whilst my head is turned I feel a pull, my head snaps back around. He's got my hand, he's got me.
"Lets go." He smirks. Pain radiates from my stomach as my vision goes completely black.
Pain surrounds me as I regain conciseness. I wish I could have stayed out cold, or better never woken again. Laughter echoes around the small space that now surrounds me. Heat gathers on my stomach and drips downwards over my lower half. My arms are pulled tightly to both sides above my head, my legs pulled in the same manner below my waist. It hurts, I can no longer pinpoint the pain, it is everywhere. A dim light pulses from the door as it opens.
Here he comes, along with my nightmare.
Blinding light shatters the darkness as he flicks the light switch by the door. The small room is now illuminated but I've no need to look around, I know what is in this room. The blood red walls and floors will be covered in patches of brown as they have been since my first visit here. The table to either side of me will be littered with a variety of sharp to blunt metal objects. These objects will be cleaned to perfection, looking a little like giant glitter in the light. A tripod is stationed in front of me, to which he will now be attaching his portable video recorder. The beep that bounces around the walls informs me that this visit he will keep a record of.
I look down not wanting to see his smirking face, the wound on my stomach has opened again and the heat that I could feel was my own life-blood dripping away. I notice my decency has not been spared as my clothes now lay in a shredded pile near my feet. He laughs again and I flinch knowing what is to come and dreading every second. He pauses to chose his instrument of choice, sighing slightly at random intervals to pretend it is a difficult decision. He does not keep the farce up for long.
I see a hand speed towards my face and yank it up to face his smirking grin. He places a contraption around the top of my head, it pins me in place ensuring I can't look elsewhere. I notice he is wearing his red turned brown costume of trousers and a short sleeved shirt, his signature tie hangs loosely around his collar. He smirks somehow more as a cold rod is pressed against my stomach. It enters my wound and twists around, this instrument is not sharp it doesn't need to be. The pain of the twisting causes my breath to rush from my body.
He's pleased, I can tell he forces the rod further in however he is met with the resistance that is uncut skin. He frowns, leaving me for a moment I stare at the door, not wanting to see him choosing his next weapon. He floats back into my vision and smashes his hand and the object hidden beneath just below my collar bone. He doesn't allow his weapon to travel far, he wouldn't wish me to die and his fun to end. He moves his other hand to my inner thigh and moves in upwards to find my groin. I flinch my eyes squeeze shut, he forces me open. the tip of his weapon hovers at my entrance. He punches the spiked metal piece inside of me, ripping and twisting as he goes. Heat floods the area as I scream in pain. He chuckled glad to have finally caused the scream.
"This is just the beginning Maka, I hope your prepared. I have to punish you for running away yet." He whispered into my ear sending waves of terror through me.
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