Chained to the Devil

l

fly, not cutting my fingers off. She poked my skin with the sharpness of the knife waiting fo

being careless like most of the time she

r hand put it inside the pocket of my jacket, and took care of her cut like I always did in the past. Ol

thank you for your invitation." I faked a

n't make me leave. I knew every corner of that house, the secret

for a while there looking at her shadow while she dragged her leg around the room. I knocked on the glass and watched her taking steps in hesitation, she moved away from the cur

ossed her arms over her chest whi

ged, she still had bears and stuffed dolls i

nt?" She snapped her f

this." I took the kn

ain. I'm not sure I should give it back." I kept the knife in

hand that I had down and taking a strapping with litt

e knife by its blade and I felt the sharpness of it in my palm but it didn't matter because I was used to that kind of pain. That sting

g steps back while I walked towards he

ded up against the door of her room.

ered, but I knew she wouldn't because she wou

t," I whisper

the tail of the knife from her chest in between her breasts seeing her hard nipples, she had no bras on. I licked my lips moving the tail of the knife

fore she started looking for me. I didn't know if they had gone further, I didn't know if she

?" I moved the knife lower n

he closed

end." I spat

ng to open her eyes while I moved the tail of t

. Did he touch you down there, did he make

dded he

Olivia! " I spok

before she opened her eyes and

nd's name?" I acted like

and I let her move from

hought I heard his voice with my eyes clos

yfriend's voice?"

t forgotte

d." She laughed wiping

ou since you're crying." For a moment I tho

. But her words reminded me why

ying to keep myself calm but images of what

old Olivia to wait for me. I was going to propose her to be my girlfriend. I was happy finally loved me back even though we never expressed our feeling

d Amara not to tell Olivia that I knew, I heard her. That same night my father died, while I was kissing the girl who broke my heart. That meant she faked very well like she really wanted to be touched and hugged by me. I shouldn't sho

nge, and I would take it from her mouth, from her skin, body, and soul. I would make her life a living hell disgusting her with my kisses and touch. She struggled to break free, I wa

ry forgotten feeling that I tried to murder with

ke a beast claiming h

had her body right there on the bed instead I left her there, returned home, and fu*ked anot