forum Home for the Clinically and Criminally Insane (Open OxO, Rated R, 18+ [ABSOLUTELY DO NOT STALK IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO TORTURE, ABUSE, MURDER, MENTIONS OF RAPE AND DRUG ABUSE, AND OTHER SUCH TOPICS])

Started March 12, 2023 by @andrew flash_on

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Sam huffs, "Get used to the feeling of annoyance. I'm not your slave." She crosses her arms, an irritated look on her face.

Akuma's hand is around Sam's throat in a heartbeat, pinning her against a wall.

"That's where you're wrong, sweetheart. As long as you're in here with me, you are my plaything. My slave. And you will listen to what I say, if you want to continue living."

Sam gasps, closing her eyes, silent for a moment. She then huffs a soft laugh, "I can listen, but that doesn't mean I have to." She looks at Akuma, smiling slightly, "Kill me if you want, but how long would you be in here alone? Without anyone to hurt?" She tilts her head slightly. “And what if I do things you dont like because I want you to hurt me? Or just ignore you on purpose?”

Akuma smirks and tilts her head.

"I could break out, like I have before, and go on another killing spree. I wouldn't be alone, then. And besides, I'm never alone anyways. The voices and ghosts are always there, just waiting." she chuckles.

"As for your last little statement. . . I can see that the best way to torture you is to keep you from feeling pain." she grins.

Sam hums, “If you break out, I’ll either follow you, die, or sit here in the nice little cell until they eventually drag you back. All of which I wouldn’t mind doing. Except the death, but I wont mind that up until death, so. . .” She shrugs.

“Look, either way, I feel pain. Not like you can make the scars on the inside go away. And, if you, by some miracle, could do that, then I’d be ‘sane’ and wouldn’t need to be here and can go on with my life.” She shrugs again, “And, I’d be perfectly content to sit in a corner while you ignore me and talk to your little voices, either way, I’m happy. Or, somewhat happy.”

Akuma sighs. "You're seriously no fun unless you're screaming."

She lets go of Sam and flops down on the ground.

Sam laughs, “Maybe that’s the point.” She crosses her arms, looking down at Akuma, “If you’re having fun, I’m also having fun, but if you’re not having fun, I’m still having fun. What a nice situation we have here.”

She sits down next to Akuma, “What, did you expect me to be afraid of you?” She looks at the other woman, “Try to run screaming my head off or something? Beg you to not hurt me?” She tilts her head.

Akuma glares up at Sam. "Shut it, bitch."

"I expected some ammount of fear. Not this-" she sighs, gesturing at the woman.

Sam smiles slightly, "And what is 'this' exaxtly, someone who wouldn't mind giving you what you because she enjoys it too? Look, if you want me to scream, then makes scream. I'm not saying no. I'm just saying-" her slightly friendly expression turns into a scowl, "-I not going to be your slave."

Akuma rolls her eyes, staying silent.

"Whatever. You've pissed me off too much for me to want to do anything." she grumbles.

Sams shrugs, "Mk. Well, I'll just go sit in the corner." She gets up, moving to the corner and closing her eyes and relaxing slightly.

Akuma sighs, closing her eyes.

That was a mistake.

Seconds later, the voices explode into clamoring screams and Akuma winces, opening her eyes again.

The screams die down once more.

Sam keeps her eyes closed, swaying side to side slightly, humming a soft lulaby to herself.

This was one her foster mother would constantly hum, and this one was dear to her heart because of the woman. But now that woman was gone and now all that was left was this depression ridden song.