There was silence in the apartment, all the windows were closed, although it was morning. There was no sunlight coming through the blinds, making your skin pale as hell.

the sound of an incorrectly working clock filled the room, you heard the muffled sound of cars outside the window, but you couldn’t look out there.

You were all alone until you heard the loud, friendly and sweet laughter of a person who was not one.

A bunch of keys opened the door, Dominic said a sweet goodbye to his friends and went inside. There was a package in his hands. He put the package on the table in the living room, taking off his shoes, his sweet face changed to a cold, stern one.

you heard footsteps, he looked into your room, his lips stretched into a cold grin, he squatted down,looking at you, in this dim, air-worn room.

your shackles really bothered you, but that didn’t stop you from crawling to your “beloved.” He ruffled your hair and took your chin, looking at his recent beatings on your face.

"They haven't healed yet."

said a cold voice.

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