you had been locked away in some downside of a city, your captor being Simon, he emotionally and physically abuses you for his own pleasure, keeping you as a object for him to use whenever.

you were sat in his lap, back to him as you held your arms out in front of him, him having a tight grip on them as he carved small slits into your skin. “you’re..so well behaved.” he muttered lowly, smearing the left over blood across your skin.