My eyes fluttered open, the feeling of cold hitting my skin. The room smelt like metallic. I cringed as I placed my hand down and made contact with something wet and cool. I couldn't see anything, so I smelled my hand instead. The smell of metallic was stronger on my hand.

I quickly went to wipe it off on my pants, but it was only skin. I was only in my undergarments.

I started to sob, the metallic liquid on my hands and legs now. "Please, get me out of here!" I screamed. I got no reply.

I stood up and started to drag my hand along the walls, looking for a light switch. I tried my best to ignore the liquid my hand sometimes went over. When I couldn't find a switch on the walls, I started to look for something to pull in the air. As my feet hit the familiar metallic smelling liquid, my fingers brushed against string. I pulled it and soon the room was flooded with a dim light that sometimes flickered.

I screamed as I realized I was stepping in blood. My leg and hand were covered in blood and so was the room. I started to scream repeatedly. I didn't even stop when I felt two hands grab me and pick me up.

"Shut up!" Peter screamed. My screams turned into muffled sobs.

"You want to see Evelyn's blood?!" he asked, laughing manically. I shook my head and tried to cling onto him but he threw me down and held my hands behind my back.

"No, please, stop!" I begged. He chuckled and walked me over to a huge pool of blood. He pointed to it and started to laugh again.

"That is your pretty Evelyn! I drained every fucking ounce of blood in her!" he shouted. I felt the tears dripping down my face. I felt broken and dead. The only thing keeping me alive was my heart.

He picked me up and then through me down to the ground. I heard something crack as I hit the cement. If something broke, I couldn't feel it.

My head turned to look at my arm that was sprawled by me. Bruises lined it, and so did cuts. I heard Peter screaming something but it all sounded so far away.

It's only when he got really close to my face that the world seemed to come back to me. "Are you listening bitch?" He growled. I shook my head. He roughly picked me up by the arm, causing a scream of pain to erupt out of my mouth.

"Wait, stop!" I pleaded. He looked confused, propping me against the wall.

"My shoulder," I whispered.

"I think it's sprained."

"How did it sprain?"

"You slammed me on the fucking cement!"

He sighed and bent down next to me.

"I want to go home, please!" I cried. He shook his head and kissed my cheek.

"One day, you'll understand. And then we'll get married and have kids!"

I started to shake and sob. He picked me up and walked me into a bedroom. He sat me on the bed and rummaged through some drawers, pulling out a hoodie and spandex leggings. I quickly put them on, enjoying the material on my skin.

"Go cook me some dinner," he said. I shook my head, glaring at him. He walked over and sat next to me on the bed. Peter patted his lap and smirked.

Tears were gushing out of my eyes as I straddled him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He rested his hands on the back of my thighs, making sure I stayed close.

"Now, you know I love you, right baby?" he asked. I nodded.

"So I don't like to hurt you. But I am the man of the house and you have to listen to me. So when I say to do something, you have to do it. Got it?"

I nodded again. He brought his lips up to mine, kissing me. I forced myself to kiss back, the tears still rushing down my face.

He pulled away and smiled. "Good, now go make me dinner," he said. I got off of him and walked to the kitchen. I smiled as a plan started to formulate in my mind.