Peter YB (Part 2!) || I'm Still Yours (REUPLOAD)

!! TW: hostage, major abuse, manipulation !!

"You can't hurt me anymore. I killed you once, and I can do it again." You say in threat. "Oh, I'm sure you would. Would you like to live with that guilt, too?" He mocks you. You growl. "No, I won't. I'll have no shame in killing you now that I remember what a pain you were." You huff. He looks mad. He growls, darkly. With a deviously ticked-off look on his face, he just gets angrier. He takes your wrist, tightly, and drags you back inside. You grab the door frame with your free hand, holding on for dear life. "Let go of me!!" You scream. He tugs you, and you fall. He drags you, while you still lie on the ground. You keep trying to grab a hold of the carpet, hoping he'll lose his grip.

He opens a door, but your face is too messed up for you to see. Your hair was billowing around your face. He keeps dragging you down a flight of stairs. He taking you to a basement.

"Please..stop.." You groan, gasping for air. You were sore. "No, darling. I need to teach you a lesson." He growls in anger. He flings you onto a couch, grabbing a drill and some nails. "Remember that day when you escaped from that chair I tied you down to?" He asks, smiling. He loads up the drill. "Peter, don't. Please." You beg, your hair still in your face. You feel too numb to move.

"Well this time, you won't get away." He laughs deviously, turning the drill on. Your breath starts to shake. "No!!!" You scream as he gets closer and closer.

The drill finally touches your ankle.

You haven't felt so much pain before. You screamed in agony. "PLEASE!!!!" You scream, the pain only getting worse and worse. You feel the blood trickle its way down your foot. "Oh darling, that was only the first one." He laughs even more. You cry. "There's no way you can stab your way out of this one." He growls, loading the gun up again. You catch a glimpse of the drill, and there is blood all over it. He approaches you once more and drills your other ankle into the couch. You shriek at the top of your lungs, that can't take much more. You groan in pain. You yell in mercy. "Please, let me go!!" You yell, hoping and praying he's obsessed enough to free you.

"No can do." He says joyfully, kissing your forehead. He grabs a rope and a lock. "I'm sure a lock will help a bit.." He mutters to himself, tying up your hands and locking them together, for them to never separate. You don't care anymore. You're just glad the pain is over for now. He hums as he walks back upstairs. You slump down and start to cry.  You blow your hair out of your face and see a broken mirror to the left of you. You look at your shattered self. Your face and body were all bruised and beaten up, your feet were bloody, and your nose was bleeding.

You let out a sigh, and toss your head back. Why did you do this to yourself all over again? Could you be any more stupid? You've been dealing with it for years, and then you do it all again. It's pathetic that you thought you actually still loved him. He's a psycho who can't handle himself. No matter what he changes about himself or what you change about yourself, you both loved each other once upon a time. It was stupid. It wasn't worth it.

If you hadn't rushed everything to move to Maine, you would've still lived a normal life. Everything used to be so great. Now, you're in your psychotic ex's basement being held hostage with your ankles nailed to an old sofa, looking at yourself in a broken mirror. You can't get yourself out of this one. You don't know what his intentions are. Will he hurt you? Kill you? Assault you? Torture you until you go insane? You don't care. You just want to go home. You miss your friends. You've been so obsessed with your past and future that you forgot your present.

You may never see your friends again. You may never see daylight again. You may never walk again. All of your freedom was locked in the basement with you.

As you drift off to sleep, you hear the door open. Someone is coming down the stairs.

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