Person i don't know ONESHOT [tora/?]
Title: person I don’t know
Rate: M
Pairing: Tora/?
Warning: abusive tora, death, violence
Beta-ed, one shot
I wrote this before I went out. The idea just suddenly hit me, I had to write it! Unbeta-ed since it’s a rushed job.Comments=love!
You cower on the couch unable to say a word. I continue to yell and demand for an answer from you, I got none. Pissed off I grab our arm and pull you up, towards me. You whimper in pain and maybe fear? I smirk at your scared face and slap your cheek. You call me abusive but do I look like I care? We may act like friends when the others are around but your nothing behind closed doors with me. So what I hurt you? I know you like it not matter what you say or how much you deny it. Why else would you stay with me? Love? I laugh at the idea. You ask me when did I stop loving you. I really don’t remember the last time I did. Lust maybe, love? I don’t think so.
You bite your lip trying to hold in the pain as I twist your arm, but not too much so that the others would notice. I rip open your shirt to marvel at the wonderful marks I left on you. The contrast was beautiful. So much black, blue and red on such pale lovely skin. You whimper as I bite into your neck, you try to pull away from me but I hold you closer. You’re begging me to stop, that you can’t take it any more. I know you can, you had before didn’t you?
Suddenly you knee me in the privates. I double over in pain. You run into the kitchen since I was blocking the door. I chase after you, even more pissed now since what you did. I find you in the kitchen attempting to dial for the police but you hands are shaking too hard for you to dial properly. You look up only to see me approaching you. Scared you look around and grab a knife from the draw. I smirk at you pathetic attempt, I know you’ll never hurt me. You tried before but gave in afterwards, I always win.
You yell at me to stand back, I ignore your warnings. Suddenly I leap.
We struggle then I feel a pain on my side. Shocked I look down only to see red through my shirt. I’m shocked, you managed to hurt me even though you looked so weak and fragile. I stumble into the living room reaching for my phone on the table. You push me onto the floor. I demand you give me the phone and call for someone. I look at your eyes and saw nothing but this unfamiliar person, a stranger. What happened? I don’t know who you are. As I lie on my back you come to sit by me.You pick up the knife again and take my arm and slowly start cutting it. Slicing it like you would to a piece of beef. Then you do the same for my other arm. The entire time you smile and say that you love me that’s why you’re doing it, that you needed me to understand the pain I put you through. You stroke my hair after you’re done and watch me, as my life slowly drained out of my body onto the carpet.
You pick up your phone and ask me if you should call the police. I nod, you laugh at me. Instead you phone the others and tell them to meet you at a café for coffee and cake. You disappear into the bedroom to change. I am horrified at your normal behavior. You smile and come to kiss my cheek. Before you head out the door you turn and say goodbye and that I shouldn’t wait up for you. I nod slowly and then drifted off….
who do you think the other person is?