The never released
fairytale
Chapter 14
It was just a dream after all. A long dream for the short time I could sleep before they came for a late night visit.
"I hope you enjoyed your birthday, sweetie.” Leighton said, stroking my cheek before I was grabbed on arms and legs and he entered me.
A groan escaped me, and I tried to endure the thrusting as well as I could, same as usual.
To be honest, I could barely remember my day. I just know alcohol was involved, but I was probably in my usual schedule, with alcohol influence, of course.
After they left, I fell asleep fast. But woke up again short after, seeing red eyes in front of me.
Red? What is going on?
Whoever was in front of me stabbed me into my stomach and I felt blood running up my throat. Then he'd hit me, hard and grabbed around my throat, I almost lost consciousness, just as that one evening in which Leighton strangled me.
Suddenly, something screwed its way through my back to my heart and a loud scream escaped me.
So maybe, maybe this is good bye.
I thought I would have preferred that my dream is reality.
Seems I do hold on tight on life after all.
Too late.
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Previous Chapte: part 1 http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/691226
part 2 http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6912272
part 3 http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6912275
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Chapter 14
It was just a dream after all. A long dream for the short time I could sleep before they came for a late night visit.
"I hope you enjoyed your birthday, sweetie.” Leighton said, stroking my cheek before I was grabbed on arms and legs and he entered me.
A groan escaped me, and I tried to endure the thrusting as well as I could, same as usual.
To be honest, I could barely remember my day. I just know alcohol was involved, but I was probably in my usual schedule, with alcohol influence, of course.
After they left, I fell asleep fast. But woke up again short after, seeing red eyes in front of me.
Red? What is going on?
Whoever was in front of me stabbed me into my stomach and I felt blood running up my throat. Then he'd hit me, hard and grabbed around my throat, I almost lost consciousness, just as that one evening in which Leighton strangled me.
Suddenly, something screwed its way through my back to my heart and a loud scream escaped me.
So maybe, maybe this is good bye.
I thought I would have preferred that my dream is reality.
Seems I do hold on tight on life after all.
Too late.
Comment for a reminder.
Previous Chapte: part 1 http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/691226
part 2 http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6912272
part 3 http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6912275
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