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You had been severely depressed for a while. You felt that there was no point in living anymore, that you were worthless, and that the world would be better off without you. You felt numb in an emotional way like someone drained every ounce of your ability to feel joy from your whole being. You had been self-harming for a while since you couldn't feel anything emotionally, physical pain was better than feeling nothing at all and you kept a switchblade by your bed for this reason. Tonight was the night you decided to end it all. Granted, this was not the first time you had this thought, but all your past attempts failed. You were sure you would succeed this time.
If you failed, you would go back to cutting, drugs, and alcohol like you usually do until you get the courage to try again. Pills were your preferred method; there was no mess; also, you could crawl under the blankets, go to sleep, and never wake up. You saw it as peaceful in a morbid way. You walked out of the convenience store with a bottle of pills and a six-ounce of vodka. You opened the pill bottle and emptied the entire bottle into your hand before downing it with a big swig of vodka. As you swallow the harsh liquid, you got a weird feeling. It was like you were being watched. You looked around, but no one else was there, but despite that, you could swear you could feel as if someone was gazing at you from the shadows. You tried to shrug it off and slipped the bottle of vodka into your bag before walking home.
It was night, and you were all alone, but since you lived in a relatively safe area and you were very drunk, you didn't care. You put in headphones and start to listen to some music, but not even two minutes later, you could feel extremely ill and needed to throw up. You ducked into an alley and proceeded to vomit behind a dumpster. The dumpster must have belonged to a slaughterhouse or something because it smelled like rotten meat and blood, the foul odor made you throw up even more. Once you were done, you looked down and found out that you had thrown up all of the pills you took. You punched the side of the dumpster in frustration, "Fuck!" you shouted, "I can't even fucking kill myself right!". You started to tear up when you got that weird feeling again.
You look around again, but no one was there. You repeatedly tell yourself that you're just a little spooked and that you're entirely alone, you take another sip of vodka to calm your nerves as you continue walking. When you get home, you flung the door open and stumbled up the stairs. Once you are in your room, you flop onto the bed before grabbing the switchblade near your bed. You took sips of vodka in between dragging the knife across your skin, watching the blade slice your flesh was extremely satisfying. After you were done, you went to shower and change into your pajamas. While you were in the shower, it became harder and harder to stand up, so you tried to hurry up before passing out. You could hear strange small sounds around your house when you were in there, but you were too drunk to care.
By the time you get back to your room, you were ready to pass out. You lay down on your bed as you slowly fall out of consciousness, but before you fall unconscious, you swore you could see an eye through the crack in your closet. The next morning you woke up with a massive hangover and sore arms. The only thing you could remember from last night was seeing the eye in the crack of the closet. You got out of bed and opened the closet doors. Nothing was there, and nothing looked like someone had been inside. You sighed in relief "It was probably a bad dream," you thought to yourself. You started walking downstairs to get some painkillers for your headache when you noticed that you never closed your front door. You ran down the stairs and quickly shut the door. "I got way too fucked up last night," You mumbled to yourself.
You get yourself some breakfast and sit down to watch some tv. There was a news report about a murderer dubbed the "Go to sleep" killer. Remembering that you left your door wide open when a killer was on the loose sent a shiver down your spine. You made a mental note always to keep your door locked at night and switched the channel to something more light-hearted, but no matter how hard you tried to distract yourself, you still could stop thinking about the killer. That night you go downstairs and made sure to lock your door; however, that night, you had a bad dream about a man hiding in your closet you could see a part of his face through the slightly cracked door. He only black rings where his eyelids should be; he had pale white skin and messy black hair. He had a bloody carved smile that stretched ear to ear; you could see him lick his lips as he stared at you hungrily. As soon as he started to exit your closet, you woke up.
You ripped open your closet doors, but no one was there nor had it looked like someone was ever there, you ran downstairs and checked your door, but it was locked. Nothing was stolen or even looked out of place. "It was just a dream," you thought to yourself. However, this cycle continued for a couple of weeks, every night, you would have the same dream about the same man, and it always ended the same way. Every morning you would check your closest and your door, but they would still be empty/locked. It happened over and over until one night instead of the dream ending when the man exited the closet it continued. You were utterly paralyzed all you do is move your eyes, the man walked over to your bedside and traced his fingers across your scars with this rough leathery hands.
You didn't think his grin could get wider, but it did "So eager to throw your life away, you have such a fragile mind... I'm ready to shatter it and make you mine completely." he said in a low voice. He leaned in and whispered into your ear, "Oh, and I know that you're awake, sweetheart." he said before you woke up. You open your closet, but it was empty, you go to check your door, but to your surprise, it was unlocked. You started to panic; you had made sure to lock the door last night. It was then that you remembered that you kept a spare key to your house under your doormat. You lifted your doormat to look for the key and felt your heart drop. The key was gone. You checked your home for any sign that someone was there, but you found nothing.
You wanted to call the cops, but you had drugs in the house, and if you got caught again, you would face prison time, so you decide to call a locksmith. After you got your new lock installed, you made sure only to have one key and keep it with you. You decided to take the day off because you were so paranoid and anxious. You had an ominous feeling that loomed over you, and it kept you from focusing on anything. The day seemed to go painfully slow, you were trying almost everything to distract yourself, but nothing was working. You were trying to watch some late night tv when a news report came on about the serial killer you heard about before, he was still on the loose and was spotted near your area.
You turned off the tv and went upstairs to try to get some sleep. It was almost midnight, and no matter how much you tossed and turned, you couldn't get to sleep. You reached over and grabbed Your phone to browse the internet since you knew you weren't getting any sleep anytime soon. As you scrolled mindlessly through Your feed, You were startled by a massive crash and the sound of glass breaking. You run to your bedroom door and lock it. You grab your phone to call nine-one-one, but before you could press the call button, your phone died. You started to panic and tried to find a way out, but your bedroom was on the second floor. Your only choice was to hide or fight. You grabbed the switchblade you kept by your bed and hid in your closet.
Your heart was beating out of your chest, your entire body was shaking, and you had sweat dripping down your face. You could hear the man laughing as he came closer, and his footsteps got louder. You could hear him fiddling with the door handle "You can't hide from me, sweetheart. Just open the door I won't hurt you too badly," he said. You could hear him start to break the door down. Did you think a tiny lock would hold me back? Your stupidity is adorable." you finally hear the door break open, and the man walked in. You raised your knife in preparation as you could hear him throwing things around your room, trying to look for you. All of a sudden, it got deathly quiet, it sent a shiver down your spine.
The man ripped open the closet doors, "Found you!" he shouted. You tried to lunge at him with the knife, but he was far more agile and robust than you could have ever imagined. He grabbed your wrist and knocked the knife from your hand "Did you think you could stop me with this little thing? How pathetic." he threw you onto the bed and straddled you, pinning both your wrist together with one of his hands. You were shocked as you stared at the face of your attacker; it was the man from your dreams. He looked you up and down "You're beautiful when you're completely helpless," he said while biting his lip. You couldn't do anything you were completely immobilized; tears started to run down your face as you knew you were going to die. "Hey, this is what I wanted, right?" you asked yourself. You had tried and failed to kill yourself multiple times, at least being murdered would get the job done.
You close your eyes and wait for death to come. But instead of killing you The man starts to trace his blade across your (s/c) skin making tiny incisions on your body. "Why was he taking so long to kill you? Why is he dragging it out like this?" You thought to yourself as the man started to rub your wounds, smearing your skin with blood. The man reached his free hand into his hoodie pocket and pulled out damp cloth. "I'll think you'll make a great little pet," he said as he put the material over your mouth and nose.
The cloth had a pungent chemical odor, and with each breath, you could feel yourself falling slowly out of consciousness. After a few seconds, your eyelids felt like they were weighed down by heavyweights before finally losing consciousness. You awoke to cold air hitting your exposed skin; you could tell what you had on wasn't what you had when you went to bed. You were blindfolded, but because of that, you could feel your sense of touch is heightened. You could feel rough leather Cuffs around your wrists that were attached to heavy chains, the springs of the mattress you were laying on dug into your back.
The air was heavy with the smell of blood and leather. You tried to get up, but your chains held you back, you could barely sit upright. You suddenly hear the sound of a door unlocking and open, then the sound of a light switch being flipped. You could hear someone walking toward you. "Finally, You're awake" You hear a raspy voice say. You start to thrash around in your restraints. "What the hell do you want from me? P-Please just let me go," you stuttered. The man undid your blindfold, and bright light flooded your eyes, once your eyes adjusted to the lighting you could finally get a good look around the room you were in.
The room was made entirely of concrete with blood staining the ground; the walls were lined with whips, chains, knives, and kink gear. You looked down at the bloody old mattress you were laying on and what outfit your captor had put you in. When you saw what you were wearing, your face turned bright red; you were wearing a tight-fitting cropped White tank top with matching tiny shorts. You could see the man undressing you with his eyes, "You would look a lot better in red," he said, smirking. You could see his eyes light up "I know just what to use!" he walked over to the wall where the whips were and grabbed a bullwhip. Your body was shaking from the combination of fear and cold air "What do you want from me? Why am I here?" You whimper.
He cracked the whip hitting one of your thighs. "Ever since I saw you try to throw away your life, I knew you would be the perfect test subject for my new psychological experiment of sorts. You have such a fragile mindset; it will be incredibly easy to take your mind and completely fucking shatter it," he said while he whipped you. You winced in pain, the whip made cuts all over your body, but they scabbed over quick. The man dropped the whip, pulling out his knife out of his hoodie pocket and crawled on top of you. He started to drag his blade across the whip marks making them deeper and bleed more. He began to cover his hands in your blood and starts to rub them across what little clothes you had on, painting them a bright crimson.
Your eyes clouded with tears, you put yourself through some severe pain with your blade but nothing this excruciating. Once he was done with your clothes, he put the knife up to your throat. He started to trace the blade down your throat and below the middle of your collarbone. He carved a small heart on your chest, he leaned down and started to trace the carving of the heart with his tongue. You could feel his hot breath against your cold skin, part of you wanted to gag, but the other part of you wanted to sit back and enjoy it. "What the fuck is wrong with me?!" You thought to yourself. He started to suck the blood from the cut; you could feel your body heat up from the excitement.
He gave the injury a little nibble, making you let out a tiny moan. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" you thought to yourself; you were in so much pain; why did it feel good? "Who are you anyway?" you spat. "Heh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Jeff, your new owner," he said, admiring the slits he had made on your flesh. "What do you mean, owner?" you said, scowling. He grabbed you by the jaw "It means I own you, I own your pretty little face, I own your sexy body, and I own your fucking mind. I own every inch of you, sweetheart.". You began to feel annoyed "My name's not sweetheart, it's-" he cut you off by placing his hand over your mouth. "Your old name doesn't matter anymore; it's dead. You are whatever I call you.".
He reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a syringe with a strange liquid in it. He took off the cap, held down one of your arms, and injected the fluid into your veins. "This is only the beginning of your training, you'll see how lucky you are soon," he said as your vision faded to black.