"Hope you enjoy your stay in the douche bag hotel!" He tossed me like a sack of potatoes onto the cold, tile floor of my makeshift prison.
Don't cry, Angel.
I wished I could have bit my lip under the gag they had tied on me. After all the deaths I had witnessed, I had believed my skin had turned into hide. I was the hero; the angel. It was my job to save people and... I blew it. Because of the fact I had become Jesus reincarnated to the people I had comforted even when loss was inevitable, I had forgotten about the reality. It was as cold and real as the linoleum that my cheek rested against and the bindings that held my wrists and feet together.
As invisible as the presence I felt watching me.
Please don't touch me. I don't care if you just beat me, I don't want to die at the hands of man. I want my stomach to implode on itself. Please sir, don't-
Footsteps.
I do the only thing I can; scream. Who cares if I had absolutely nothing to gain from it; it was the only thing I could do. My wrists pounded on their bindings like bulls against the horrible cage they are put into before being ridden like beasts.
Mistake number one.
His fingers grazed mine before I could even sense his presence beside me.
"As they say, misery loves company."
Don't cry, Angel.
I wished I could have bit my lip under the gag they had tied on me. After all the deaths I had witnessed, I had believed my skin had turned into hide. I was the hero; the angel. It was my job to save people and... I blew it. Because of the fact I had become Jesus reincarnated to the people I had comforted even when loss was inevitable, I had forgotten about the reality. It was as cold and real as the linoleum that my cheek rested against and the bindings that held my wrists and feet together.
As invisible as the presence I felt watching me.
Please don't touch me. I don't care if you just beat me, I don't want to die at the hands of man. I want my stomach to implode on itself. Please sir, don't-
Footsteps.
I do the only thing I can; scream. Who cares if I had absolutely nothing to gain from it; it was the only thing I could do. My wrists pounded on their bindings like bulls against the horrible cage they are put into before being ridden like beasts.
Mistake number one.
His fingers grazed mine before I could even sense his presence beside me.
"As they say, misery loves company."
