Pools of blood lay below. You knew it was yours; you knew how it happened. You still felt the burning pain flaring within you with each broken breath you took, tears and sweat stinging your eyes.

He told you to enjoy the pain for a day. He told you that you would get a reward if you survived. He even said he'd take you out on a walk. A walk!

And you never, ever got that treatment. You hadn't been outside for years. However, the pain felt as if it were too painful to live through, each of your shallow breaths causing you to relive memories.

It hurt; it was too much.

The memories of Strade striking nails through your palms, screaming and shouting for the man to stop—but he wouldn't. He would never stop. The nails that embedded into your arms, the nails that had been shot into your knees—the sliced-up soles of your feet.

He always kept going, going, going, and going! You would never be free! Not from that monster—that psycho killer! Never free with that shock collar around your neck, never free. Hell, you belonged to the man forever, as long as you survived. You even knew Strade favored you. He'd make you watch as he tortured others, as he made them writhe, how he did unspeakable acts to them. Fuck! He'd even get you to join in, and if you didn't listen, you knew you would be tortured worse than any of the one-day-livers he made you watch and kill.

"Oohh! Liebling!" Strade called out, a cheeky smile on his face as he reached toward you, placing a bloody hand on your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "Come on, look at me. Are you trying to disobey? Really?" A small smirk teased his lips, his eyes widened in surprise. "Hm, lebhaft... Ich werde das hier auskosten..."

"I thought you really wanted that reward... So behave. I have all the power here." He mocked you, chuckling as he pulled out the knife that had struck your left palm. You screamed out in sheer, utter pain.

"Remember?" His breath hit your skin, and you shivered. "Are you ready to listen now, liebling?"