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"Come on, sweetheart, you know I love you." She knew then, in that moment, that she'd been blind to the truth. This man, love her? How could he continue to deceive her like this? Hadn't this game gone on for long enough? What was it that he wanted from her still? Was she just a sort of possession to him, something that would give him pleasure whenever he wanted it? And all he had to do was keep her ignorant and happy, right? By continuing to feed her lies that he loved her when, really, she meant nothing more to him then a pet animal would. Think back, she wondered how she hadn't realized it before. He hadn't exactly tried to hide that he n

I glared after the men as they left the room, slamming the large steel door behind them and just leaving me there. I looked around the room for a sign of where I was, but there was nothing. The room I was in was dark and cold looking, the walls painted a dark shade of gray. The room was small and empty, other then the chair in the center of the room that I was currently tied to. A small light bulb hung over my head, barely giving off any light at all. I was glad that I wasn't afraid of the dark, because the light was barely keeping the dark shadows at bay. That's right. As you may have noticed, I was currently tied to the chair, not handcuff

Kyan woke with a start, his heart beating loudly as he looked around, looking for whatever had woken him. Everything was completely silent, however, and he assumed that it was still really early in the morning. He grumbled to himself in annoyance before lying down again, looking up at the ceiling and trying hard to ignore the chains around his wrists. He was so hungry. He couldn't remember ever being this hungry. At home with his mother and Kyria, he could eat whenever he was hungry. Well, maybe not if he was about to eat lunch or dinner, but even then Kyria would usually sneak him a little sandwich just to satisfy his grumbling belly. Here

I remember that I got the phone call at exactly eleven-twenty pm. I know, that seems like a pretty insignificant fact, right? I remember because when I got the phone call, I was staring at the clock below the TV, willing time to speed up so that I wouldn’t have to watch anymore of whatever horrible show was on TV. I can’t remember what was on anymore, in fact I can’t remember a lot about that night, but I do remember that I’d been hoping that something better would come on afterward. When the phone rang, I remember that I’d jumped up to grab it, knowing my parents and my little sister were in bed upstairs, and that t

He always walked with his head down. Not in the sort of way that would make someone think that he was shy, nothing like that. It was more in the way as to not draw attention to himself, and because of this, someone’s attention seemed to always be focused on him. He just had this antisocial air to him that drew people in the way ant poison drew in ants, or flies to those electric lights that killed them as soon as they touched it. I know, you’re probably thinking ‘bad analogy’, right? I’m not so sure. Yeah, it’s not like he’d ever killed anyone before…but hurt people…yeah. He did that all the ti

If it wasn’t for him, I would have gone crazy long ago. I depended on him in a way that I’d promised myself I’d never depend on a man, and it was tearing me apart. We’d told each other everything, or, at least, I had. I’d trusted him so utterly and completely that it always hurt, those times when his anger would rear it’s ugly head. But I’d always forgive him, because I needed him, and I’d believed that he’d needed me. He knew my deepest, darkest secrets, and I liked to think that I knew his. I was so sure that he depended on me the same way that I depended on him, that it just made everything okay

I know none of you want to hear this, but heroes don’t exist. There are the random good deeds by all those goody-two-shoes out there, and even the occasional story of how someone saved the life of another…but heroes don’t exist. The sad truth is that your screams of agony will go unheard to most ears, so don’t expect anyone to stop and ask if you are alright. Hell, you could be crying for someone to save you…and it will go in one ear and out the other. It is a sad thing when someone dies…but it is even sadder when it could have been prevented, if only someone had paid attention, if only someone had tried to help.

I was back in the cold, wet cell. I recognized where I was as soon as I opened my eyes and felt a wave of excitement flow through me at the thought of seeing Kyan again, even if this was only a dream. I was once again chained to the floor, though this time I barely noticed it as instead I focused on forcing my eyes to adjust to the darkness and then scanning the surrounding shadows for any signs of Kyan. I spotted him right away, as he was chained to the ground not far from me. He was curled on his side and I could tell that he was sleeping- albeit restlessly, by the whimper that escaped his throat. “Kyan?” I whispered, wondering

The car drive from the police station to the prison was surprisingly long and boring. I had never been to any of the other towns of Lienna, in fact I had never even been around Dandren much, but somehow I had never pictured Dandren being this big. I had always thought it as a very small little town, but apparently it wasn’t as small as I had thought. The drive took about half an hour from my house to the police station, and then it took nearly an hour after I was booked to get to the prison. I wasn’t being offered bail, not that my mother would have had the money to pay it off. Just recently she had quit her last job, as she had be

A large man sat at a throne made purely of gold, wearing a massive dark red robe and a crown with beautiful diamonds embedded in it. He was glaring down at a young child no older then ten who was huddled on the floor at his feet, frantically kissing the man’s fancy shoes. “Forgive me, My Lord. Please forgive me.” The child begged quietly, still kissing the man’s shoes. The large man stayed silent for a few moments, as if debating. “No, I cannot. This is for your own good.” The child remained silent for a few moments, though the man could see that his shoulders had begun to shake slightly, as though the child w