《Graphic (Dylan O'Brien)》Chapter 16
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Milanas PoV
Dylan dragged me back inside the cabin. I started to become weak at the knees and my body was faint.
I kept my hands cuffed on my stomach. Blood was leaking though the dress and I could tell Dylan wasn't pleased. He brought me to the bedroom and chained my arms up like he did on the night I arrived. I felt too weak to fight back
"I need to apply pressure" I told Dylan as he began to walk back out the bedroom. It was true I needed to apply pressure or I'd bleed out too much. Dylan groaned and began to take of his shirt. He walked back out to me and pulled it around and under by back and back to my stomach where he tied it tightly. I flinched in pain but it was slowing down the bleeding so I guess I shouldn't complain. Dylan then hurried out the room.
Shit that other girl. Why had he gottton another girl, was he tired of me and was just going to kill me but wanted to make sure he had another girl for my replacement. Was I too "broken" for him. Being stabbed and all.
I was laying on the bed. My ears open for any signs of Dylan and that girl. I started to breath deeply to deal with the pain but between each breaths I was listening
I soon herd him drag a girl in. She was yelling at him and he was just ignoring her. I herd them coming closer and soon Dylan approached with a girl tightly in his hands.
I looked at her in the eyes, her blue eyes streaming with tears and her black hair was messily sprawled on her head. Like she was in a struggle. Her eyes locked onto mine and I shook my head slightly
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Dylan threw her to the floor. And she fell with a Yelp. I wanted to go and help her but i was tied up
"DYLAN" I screamed out. I instantly regretted it as the force from my yelling put pressure on my stomach, spawning intense pain. I groaned as looked down to see more of the red liquid leak out.
"MILANA" he yelled back "we don't need to be screaming names" he said like this was a big joke. Dylan grabbed hold of the girls hair and started to drag her over to his bathroom. She was wincing and screaming in pain. I wanted to help her. I didn't want anyone else to go though what Dylan had installed.
I watched as Dylan brought her into the bathroom and pulled out a needle and stuck it right into her neck. I placed the needle down as he slowly realise her hair. I watched she began to drag her body away but got slower and slower and then didn't move at all but I still saw life in her blue eyes. He must have paralysed her. Why did he paralyse all the time
Is it his only defence, paralysing them is his only defence?
Dylan closed the door slightly and made his way over to me.
"How many times must you ruin your dress" he sighed as he took a closer look. I just gritted my teeth and kept my eyes on the passed out girl.
"I'll get you some shorts and a top again" he signed and walked off to some draws and pulled out the clothing. He brought them back over and he placed them beside him
"Now then" he said as he pulled the dress up so it was over my stomach. I folded my legs since he cut off anything to hide my vulnerability. Dylan took a closer look at the wound
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"I'll get you another bandage" he said. I mean wasn't he going to clean it or some shit.
Dylan walked off into his bathroom and came back out with a bandage, stepping over the girl on the floor
He got over to me and removed the packaging and just placed it over my wound. Not even bothering to clean up any of the blood or disinfect it. But then again what was I to expect.
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