tw; blood, violence, descriptive language, torture, torment, etc.

Fear consumes me.

Drenches my body in it's disgusting stench and goo.

Im drenched in fear.

Fear of everything.

Fear for myself.

I stare at the glass tank which is connected to the ceiling in front of me.

Filled with water, wires and... something else.

I begin to become aware. Aware of everything.

Aware of the bright lights. That buzzing sound, the water from the rotten cracked ceiling above me, dripping on me.

Of the blood rolling down my mouth, I wipe it quickly, staring at my shaky red covered hands.

And of the presence I can feel behind me.

"Recognize?" Someone asks.

I spin around, swallowing hard. I can feel myself shaking.

"You see..." She laughs.

"This could have gone a different way, it really could have, but you left me no choice, Mattheo."

She sighs, pulling out a metal stick then tapping it once on the glass.

Suddenly, millions of magnet beads connect to the stick on the other side of the glass and the wires from the sides and the bottom of the tank shoot up and turn into a bright blue and hit the creature.

Screams. Violent, loud and so sudden, so deafening and so sharp that it makes me want to cover my ears and cry, echoes everywhere, hitting me like wind carrying blades. Slashing my heart and body until I'm nothing but a bleeding skinned blood bag.

I have to hold back my vomit as the creature in the tank screams and bangs on the glass.

Begging for mercy. Begging for an escape.

When I see blood beginning to fill the tank, my heart drops.

So much anger, so much fear on its face.

A face that isn't a face. A face that is a memory.

A memory I'm beginning to remember.

A memory so vivid, so wild that disgust fills me, I stare at the creature, hot tears running down my face as she bangs on the glass.

Suddenly, she stops screaming. The blood dissolves and the wires fall to the bottom of the tank and turn orange, the light reflects up the water and heals her... I think.

Each strand of her hair falls to the bottom of the tank only to grow back a minute later. Her flesh becomes brighter and smooth once again. Her eyes no longer bulged and crying out red tears, her nose finally grown back on to her face. A face that is finally a face again.

It's like she's been reborn.

"Do you recognize her?" She asks once again. "This woman, in here, do you recognize her?"

"No." I say through clenched teeth.

"You're going to." She says, she pulls out a mini notebook from her pocket and begins writing things.

I stare my wrists just as I was beginning to create an escape plan, then realizing I have manacles on.

Which I'm assuming is controlled by that little device in her waist band.

I know that it causes unbearable pain and most definitely has a tracker in it.

It restrains me from being able to use magic with a wand.

I shut my eyes. Mumbling a spell I know won't work to get me out, but I do it anyway. I'm hoping my magic is strong enough to work even with these on.

I continue to rant the spell, I can feel it working. I can feel it powering over my body.

But when I open my eyes, I'm still in them.

The spell worked, I know it did....

But it didn't work for me.

It worked for someone else.

"Sit." He hisses, motoning his hand towards the chair as if he were asking an optional question.

But when my sudden and unrecognizable movements pulls me to the chair.

That's when I realize it wasn't an option. And I have absouletly no control over my body, nor of the fact that my heart is beating so hard and loud that my tongue is beginning to dry.

I feel silly.

Almost like jello.

Everything feels so overstimulated and I feel so sweaty and gross and the bright lights aren't making it any better.

"Eat," he gestures to the wooden plate. Berries, strawberries, cheese and a cup of dark red wine rests on it.

He watches me closely, almost as if waiting for a reaction.

"No, thank you." I say calmly, attempting to hide the emotions I'm feeling which is probably written all over my face.

He hums. Picking up a berry from the plate and dropping it in the wine.

It splashes all over the table.

Images fill my mind.

Familiarity.

I recognize the way he drinks the wine. It almost hurts.

It's so familiar, yet I can't remember why or how.

It feels like I've almost.... Almost already seen him doing this. I can't explain but... but it scares me.

He smiles. His red stained wine teeth so apparent, so bright. It looks as though he took a bite into a humans heart then spit it out.

"I've always found something very.... Satisfying about wine and berries. There perfect for... little conversations." He laughs, looks up at me as though we share a secret.

I swallow. Ignoring my churning stomach.

He grabs a tissue, politely wiping his mouth then grabbing a piece of cheese, throwing it into the air.

Nagini comes out from the dark, so fast and sudden. Her thin sharp body cuts through the air like a blade, catching the cheese mid air. Her teeth clanking loudly that it sends shivers down my spine.

She looks like a demon.

She is a demon.

Animals who kill so coldly, are cold. They are made from ice itself.

"Nagini loves cheese." He says.

I look down, realizing I'm tied to the chair.

His smile falls just as he stands.

The plate of food and wine disappears and the room becomes so dark, so cold. So empty.

Empty with echoes of screams and mumbles, almost like rants.

I can hear them.

Almost as if they are fresh.

I recognize them. They sound so familiar to Mattheo's.

Pain hits me right in the chest.

I thought it may be from thinking too much but no.

Blood trickles down my body slowly. Crimson red stains my shirt.

I clench my fists hard and stare into his eyes. His cold, blue, cloudy eyes.

There is nothing in them.

No fear, no sadness, no anger, no happiness, nothing.

Just nothing.

He cuts deeply, just above my waist.

I swallow down screams. Tears fall down my face. Hot, angered tears.

He smiles just as he lifts the blade from my skin.

"I've always been intrigued by people who questioned my power." He says.

"Of how they aren't afraid, how they'll look me right in the eye, sit in front of me with a wicked smile, trying to hide their disgust. How they'll play pretend but think of all the ways to kill me when my sight isn't near them."

He sighs. His smile growing wider.

"But even more intrigued at how their soul slowly leaves their body and enters mine. How their jaws fall open in display of shock. How their heart drums in their chests as it slowly dies.... How they beg you for mercy when they know they'd rather die."

I shut my eyes.

"I will never beg you for mercy."

He goes quiet.

My eyes flutter open, only to face his eyes.

His eyebrows twitch.

"Your mother said the same thing."

Pain. In the chest. It's like his words are twisting my heart and squeezing it.

"Right before I killed her."

My arched eyebrows slowly relax and teeth unclench. I can imagine what I look like right now... Dead.

I no longer feel pain.

I no longer feel sadness. Not betrayal, or worry.

I can only feel anger.

Anger so deep and hot that it could burn me alive. I feel it everywhere. In my heart, my head, my hands, my face, in every single non cruel bone in my body.

I feel evil.

And I don't hate it.

In almost a heart beat, I snap out of the restraints and lunge towards him.

A big thud echoes in the room as I begin punching him. Over and over again, until his face is no longer visible. Until crimson red covers him.

The only thing visible, is his teeth.

His smiling teeth.

He laughs. Laughs as I punch him, laughs as I stab him.

He just laughs.

But suddenly. He stops.

And the only thing I am able to hear is my quiet sobs and a punching fist hitting his dead cold body.

I cry into his chest.

"You did this to me." I say as if he were listening. "You made me into this— you ruined my life."

Just as I begin to get up, something hits me in the neck.

I fall to the ground, gasping out of shock.

Everything around me becoming dark. I can see myself, slowly seeping from my body.

That's when.... That's when I see him.

Get up. Perfectly fine.

And definitely not dead.

"I am not punishing you, Y/n." He crouches down, stroking my hair.

The more seconds that pass, the more darker everything gets.

"I am simply... fixing you."

This is only the beginning.

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Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I hope you all enjoyed!