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I feel a new release of urine warm my freezing, sticky legs.

My teeth continue chattering as the cool air only decreases in temperature, goosebumps littering all over my body.

A large gust of wind blows in when the door in the overly bright room opens, revealing Slyder battered and bruised and covered head to toe in blood. I hoped it was his and not another one of his tortured victims, but it definitely looks like whoever he fought put up a good fight.

The dark liquid dripped onto the pure white floor, staining it with its red intensity.

I can't control the slight whimper that escapes as he takes a step towards me. A feeling of pain and fear etching across every part of me.

"Why are you covered in blood?" I ask, gaining enough courage to speak to him.

Slyder smirked maliciously at me. "Well since you asked, I just got done torturing and then, of course, murdering your disobedient little trainer" he informs me proudly.

My heart drops at his words.

Surely he's lying, he doesn't know who my trainer is, how would he know that?

"Wh-what are talking about?" I ask, my breath hitching erratically. I could feel my confidence drain out of me.

"You know your trainer,oh, what was his name? Komocheese? Maybe Komodo? Komanshi?" He questions, dancing around the name I've learned to respect and appreciate.

"Komachi" I whisper.

"Ah, yes, Komachi, that's right. It was all thanks to you, you know. You really deserve at least half the praise for this deed. After all, it was because of your information to "Abigail" that I was able to figure out who the naughty little imbecile was that taught you the stuff you were never supposed to learn." Slyder taunts.

I gasp as realization sets in, I had told Slyder who had trained me to use my powers when he was shape shifted into Abigail, during that double Abi and Adelram moment.

"It was a difficult fight, by far my most challenging, but I beat him of course, because, well, I'm unbeatable." Slyder brags nonchalantly as he chuckles at my regretful and sad facial expression.

He...he was lying, there's no way he could beat Mr Komachi. Mr Komachi is an incredible and powerful fighter, Slyder is nothing compared to him. He has to be tricking me. He's only trying to psychologically torture me. That's all.

Slyder begins laughing at me, loud and dramatically. "Silly little girl! You think that some old man would be able to beat me? Me? He's dead! And it's all because of you Kamaria. It's all your fault." Slyder accuses, only making me feel worse and worse.

By now I feel so guilty that all I want to do is scream, hoping it will relieve the tension in my chest. My chest begins to constrict from the guilt of it all. I breathe as hard as I can in and out but it feels like the world's air supply had disappeared completely and producing any breath at all became a challenge all in its own.

My skin begins to feel too tight, like it's only shrinking more and more by the second until soon, it will squeeze the life out of me.

It feels like someone just set a asteroid inside my stomach, the pain it created was worse than any of the other torture techniques that he came up with. And I wished more than anything that I had waited to take the pill so I could ignore all this pain even if it was only for a couple hours. I wish he would just kill me now, it hurts so bad.

"That's right, feel bad, you should. Your instructor Mr Komachi risked his safety and life to break the Eribiss rules so that he could train you. He taught you despite the fact that he was disobeying the king's law. He did all of that and for what? So that you could try and kill me? You not only put all of his hard work and training to shame by completely failing at killing me, but you also directed me straight to him. You had flat out told me who he was and because of that, he was brutally tortured and murdered." Slyder emphasized accusingly.

And just like that I lost it,Tears began pouring down my face like a firehose. I lost it all, my tearless streak was not all I lost. It feels like I've now lost every single drop of defiance and dignity I had left. Like I lost the reason to hold on, now all I want is to die. I no longer care to procrastinate my life, it's over, I've lost, Slyder has won.

All I can hear is Slyder's cackling laugh just before he shoots his fierce illumination at me, it burns painfully as it hits my skin but soon the pain is gone as finally, he ended the life I no longer felt the need to live.

Suddenly my eyes pop open as my mouth gasps wildly for breath. I open my eyes to see that I'm all alone in the room, no blood stains the floor, and no illumination is being thrown at me.

I take fast breaths as I look around the room, trying to figure out what just happened, though before I'm able to figure out, the door opens and in walks a laughing Slyder, again covered in bruises and blood, though it's not nearly as horrific and dramatic as it was before.

I open my mouth to ask him why he's covered in blood, but then I realize I've already asked him this question.

"Let me guess, why am I covered in blood?" Slyder asks.

"What? No. We've already been over this" I state, as the guilt begins settling in once again.

"No no, that was your dream silly girl" Slyder claims, shaking his head at me as he grins.

"What? What are you talking about?" I question, narrowing my eyes at him as I try to figure out his little riddle.

"Are you seriously that idiotic? Can you not tell the difference between a dream and real life? Oh this is just priceless!" He laughs.

"W-what are you talking about?" I demand.

"That was a dream, you imbecile. You know, a future moment increased to produce more fear?" Slyder says in a 'duh' voice.

My brain tries to comprehend what he's talking about, but I'm unable to understand what he means.

Slyder smacks his forehead growling out in annoyance. "Do I have to explain everything to you?" He asks bitterly, clearly annoyed. "I have the ability to increase the danger, fear, and basically all negative emotions that you feel and go through during a dream. I use my power to produce future events, and increase the worst parts of it to make it seem like a nightmare. It's quite a fun trick actually" Slyder explains to me annoyed.

"Wait, so whenever I had that dream about walking down the hallways with that one guy-" Slyder interrupts before I can finish "that was me" he states.

"And when I dreamed about that night in the woods-" I begin to say but am once again interrupted "that was also me" he says in a bored tone.

"But, that never even happened" I say, still trying to wrap my brain around this.

"Yet" Slyder corrects.

"But-when are you going to tell me about Mr Komachi?" I ask, trying as hard as I can to understand what he's telling me.

"Oh yes, that's right about-" he stops talking for a moment as he looks down at his watch before finishing "now" he says, spinning around and leaving the room with a slam of the door.

"What the h-" the door opens again and in walks Slyder, still bruised and covered in blood. He clears his throat dramatically, pronouncing each noise clearly.

He looks at me expectantly, as though he's waiting for me to say something. "It's your line first" he tells me, waiting for me to speak.

I just look at him, if he seriously expects me to play along with his psychotic little game...

He rolls his eyes and sighs loudly. "I'm just going to pretend you said your part" he says.

"I just go done torturing your trainer" he says, grinning evilly. "I think you get the point, so I won't continue" he offers, as though he's doing me a favor.

Was he serious? Did he really kill Mr. Komachi? Or was this just another one of his mind tricks? Surely it's just a mind trick, it has to be.

I keep telling myself this, but it doesn't make me feel any better like I was hoping it would.

I let out a shaky breath as I consider what I just heard. Have I really killed the one person that gave me a fighting chance against Slyder? Dream-Slyder was right, it was all my fault that Mr Komachi was dead...if he is dead. Ugh it's all so confusing.

My breath gets caught in my throat and my heart begins thumping spastically against my chest, beating harder and faster than ever before. I realized his words were true.

What have I done?

I just took away an incredible person's life, and for nothing. I'm a horrible, horrible person.

"I'm going to make you an offer" Slyder says, interrupting my spiraling guilt attack.

I look up at his blurry figure-due to my watery eyes-but don't say anything, allowing him to continue.

He suddenly pulls out a large, silver knife, that shines intensely from the reflection of the bright fluorescent lights. I don't even feel any fear as he slowly makes his way over to me.

I probably should be freaking out, trying to break free as I realize that he's going to kill me, but it don't. I am relieved. I feel my entire body relax and my relief poured over me like a waterfall.

Finally, the torture is over. The pain, sadness, and overwhelming fear will be gone forever, never able to come back. Finally, I'm going to die. I probably would have smiled if I wasn't feeling such guilt and continuous pain.

He thrusts the knife at my heart, but I don't flinch, I just close my eyes and wait for the relief of death to overtake me.

But it doesn't, instead, a cool solid object falls onto my bare and urine soaked legs. I open my eyes and look down to see the knife lying motionless on my lap.

I furrow my eyebrows and look up at Slyder, confused.

"I'm going to give you this knife. I'm going to leave, and you can kill yourself with privacy and by your own doing. If you don't kill yourself with this knife in the next five minutes, then I'm going to come in here and slowly torture you everyday until you die from overwhelming pain" He offers with a cold, emotionless smile.

I feel my breathing get faster as I think about what he just told me "why?" I ask.

"Because, it's much more fun this way" Slyder shrugs. "There's just something about forcing you to kill yourself. It just spices up the fun that much more." Slyder chuckles. "I mean think about it, I can waste my time continuing to torture you and torture you until you finally die, or I can make you stoop so low as to take your own life. Giving up all of your self respect. Making my newest tortured kill them self, it's genius! I'm just disappointed that I hadn't come up with it sooner!" Slyder exclaims, his attitude so merry and excited, you'd think he's talking about going to his favorite band's concert.

A dreaded feeling washes over me. I'm going to kill myself?

"But why leave?" I ask, stalling some time so that I can fully consider everything he just said.

"Because, let's face it, you wouldn't kill yourself right in front of me, you're too stubborn and pathetically defiant for that. Besides, I can just watch it on the recording afterwards." He shrugs. It seemed as though he had everything down to the last detail planned out.

"Now, I'll leave you to your death, and make myself a nice ham and cheese sandwich. Have fun" he cackles, waving enthusiastically at me before slamming the door shut.

I feel my hands shake uncontrollably as I pick up the silver machete, staring down at it, feeling every emotion come crashing down on me at once.

I want to do it, end my life I mean. I've been wanting to since I got here, it's the only way to escape this pain. It's the only solution to all of my problems. If I'm dead, I no longer have to go through this continuous pain.

I had been practicing my training and I've realized when focusing hard enough on it I gained power and strength but I know it won't be enough. I wouldn't win, would I? No, there was no way I could not if Komachi couldn't.

Also If I die, my mom can go live her life the way she wants to, without having to worry about making sure I'm safe and protected. If I do this, then Adelram can move on with his life and not have to constantly spend all of his time babysitting me and protecting me from Slyder. If I kill myself, Slyder won't care about killing Abigail, he'll continue on and do whatever he's going to do, and Abigail can be safe and torture free.

When I think about it, stabbing myself with this knife will not only answer my problems, but everyone's.

With that thought, I slowly lift the knife up, and accept death, doing the one thing that will give me my freedom back. I do the one thing that allows me to choose what happens to me, instead of just sitting here powerlessly giving Slyder the chance and power to treat me any way he wants.

And in my very last moment before freedom, I feel my lips tug into a small smile, finally, I will be bounded to this chair no longer.

I have won. I will be free. And with that thought, I thrust the knife, feeling the cool metal scrape against my skin as it drifts me off into happiness.

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