chains.

lots of chains

_what the actual fuck_

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it was a normal day. completely normal. just me and my boyfriend and….. My boyfriend. Dan. what the fuck did he??? no. no of course not

i look around. chains across the ceiling in a dingy inclosed cement building. almost like a garage. More like a crypt. that doesn’t help my anxiety. the chains extend down and attach to my wrists and neck, both of which have turned crimson. my head is pulsating indication that my face must’ve turned red as well. i can barely breathe. i swallow no saliva in my mouth so my throat is scratched as my muscles work to get the non-existent saliva down. there’s more than just my own tears on my face. somthing warmer. blood.

i need to think. i wriggle my fingers then my toes. my feet. i think im stepping on somthing sharp. nails. wait. no. that’s glass.

it’s dusty in here. smells like mold and ancient dust. and the sweet sickly smell of decomposition. it’s hot in here. so fucking hot. i’m going to pass out soon. my wrist shifts down ever so slightly. my sweat is helping my wrists slip through.y heart beats faster and i pull harder. to my complete shock it pulls free. it’s painful yes. but i did it. i start to vomit out of sheer unexpect. it’s i pull on my right wrist. it won’t budge. fuck. i grab the warm wet vomit and rub it on my wrist. it pulls free after a few yanks. now my neck. how am i supposed to get out. i try my best to spread the vomit around my neck and try and find hinges or anything in the contraption around my neck.

with the support taken off my wrists my neck has more strain put on. black starts to pulsate around my eyes and breathing is harder. i have to get out soon. somehow.

i move my feet around on the glass. it’s sharp and i feel the cuts on my feet but i can’t focus on that i’m going to pass out. my foot bumps into a cold piece of metal. i grab it with my toes and prepare myself to lift it to my hands. the momentary unsteady balance put more strain on my neck and a tear leaks out. my head feels like it’s going to explode. i grab the metal and feel it. it’s a skeleton key. i desperately check the rim of my choker i feel a hole. i ram the key in hole and it clicks.

oxygen smacked my wind pipes as a gasp for air, but with the last metal thing holding me up my full weight falls on the glass. and that’s when i realized. it’s not just a few shards. it’s a fucking tower. i fall through the pile. and scream. every inch of my skin is shredded in to skin cheese. i can feel my heart beat in ever inch of myself. until the beating stops completely.

(sorry this was really rushed!! my phones at 4%)