Seize(21)

The thought crosses my mind to punch Sebastian in the gut, fish his key from his pocket, and make a run for the door. If only I could get my body to respond, but it’s weighed down by my heavy heart. Even after everything he admitted to doing to me, being part of those gruesome games, I still, for some reason, want to be with him. When I look at him, really look at him, I can see the honesty inside him, the desire to do good.

I wish that I could believe it.

I sigh. I need more, so much more, in order to say to myself ‘I am okay with this’. I know what he did now … and I hate him for it. However, I feel like I must give him a chance to redeem himself. If not for the truth then only to prove to my heart that he is truly evil.

My body feels warm, covered by his arms, which function as a blanket, but on the inside, I feel stone cold. I’m broken, brittle, and afraid. In the face of death, I stood like a coward, ready to beg for my life. I was there, witnessed the end, and then it disappeared like it never truly existed. Sebastian played me right into his hand. He forced me past my boundaries, expecting me to cope with the impossible, and yet I long to push on. At times, I want to strangle him, and at other times, I want to hug him. Right now, it’s the latter, but there’s no telling when my mind will switch again. It’s like a never-ending cycle of love and hate, and the only solution is truth or death.

Either way, none of it is going to be easy.

Gazing at his chest, I decide that there is only one thing I will ever be content with; Ashley must be freed and the men must die. I will stop at nothing to achieve my goal. Even if I have to sacrifice my body for it, have to surrender to Sebastian to get what I want, I will do it. For her. For justice.

“Tell me what you do,” I say after a while. “Tell me more about those books and them.”

“All right. If you must know, but only because you asked.”

“I want to know the extent of their horrors.”

He cocks his head. “Why? It would only make you scared for your life. It’s not something you would want to know, trust me,” he says.

“I want to know so I can hate them more. So that, when the day comes, I’ll have the courage to kill them with my bare hands.”

He squints, gazing at me with a twinge of curiosity before a tiny smile creeps onto his lips. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Although I won’t allow you to endanger yourself, I’m glad you finally feel the same urge as I do.”





3.5 years ago





Not only my library, but also my house has become their home as well. They claim everything for their own. They bought the building I live in and evicted all the residents except for me. The vacant rooms and houses are being transformed into a playground for perverts. A different theme for every room, meant for sexual and violent pleasures.

They even changed the lock on my door to a highly advanced system that recognizes fingerprints. Of course, they granted themselves access to my apartment. I have yet to figure out how to undo this change, but their system won’t allow any tampering. They’re immediately alerted to any changes made to the system. They have me under their thumbs.

Intimidation is just a small part of their arsenal, but not the biggest player in their pocket. No, it’s the money. The power they have over anything and everything they desire. They buy people like they are cattle, make them do whatever they want. Whatever the books tell them to do.

The books … yes, they have become quite popular. Each and every one of them is reenacted down to the tiniest of details. Arthur insists on reading darker reads while Hubert strays onto the more dangerous path. Lately, they have been reading books about robbery and arson. I try to talk them out of it, but to no avail. The book is the law, and so they set the building on fire. Blamed it on the fire alarm malfunctioning. Of course, they had a technician replace it with a faulty one the week before.

Yet, they still do not get caught. No one dares to open their mouth for fear of punishment. Rewards are plentiful and so I realize this world … this world is an atrocious one. I still choke up every time I think about the fact that a little girl died in that fire they caused. That we did that, on purpose, because of some stupid game. Heh … stupid game. If it were only just that. There was a time when they only fucked women and threw them out like trash, when they bought castles and animals and reenacted the seventeenth century. Those were games. That was still an acceptable way to pass the time for men who had too much of everything.

Alas, nothing is ever good enough. With more power and more money comes an insatiable, undying hunger that grows with every bite.





2.5 years ago