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Agliophobia
(n.) The fear of being hurt/ the fear of emotional or physical pain
-CHARLOTTE
It has been around three years since the incident.
I am currently sitting in my room, which consisted of red walls and bed covers with a white ceiling and carpet.
The room was actually pretty nice in general and I made it my own tiny get away, but maybe I should explain a couple things.
I tricked him. I tricked him and he fell for it like a pup.
For years I was a happy child until Gabriel came and ruined it. So I promised to kill him, torture him until he begs for my to slit his throat and drop his cold body to the ground, but I have to wait until I'm sixteen.
Patience is key.
Gabriel has been taking care of me since I was ten, he gave me schooling books, food, clothes and everything I have ever needed. He didn't let me train or touch a single weapon, he still beats me when I get out of line or disobey. But that was almost three months ago, but the best part is that he even went as far as to telling me that I'm his mate.
He tells me that a mate is somebody you love and care for, somebody that you will never leave or hurt.
But I'm not his mate. A low growl escapes my lips as lilith hates the idea of even being within a foot radius of the rouge.
"sweetness, come out I have gotten you a present!"
Oh gee! I wonder what it could be a princess doll, or...or a new dress!
I hate dresses. And princesses.
Your a princess dumbass lilith snickers shutting the link before I can explode
Stupid I mumble back into an emptiness inside my head
I plaster a fake smile on my face before skipping out of my room in a fake daze "Gabriel." I greet as he pulls out a pink bag with a rainbow across it.
*internal gagging*
I make my smile bigger and think of good memories I've had with my brothers so it reaches my eyes
I take the bag and look up to him asking permission to tear the bag.
In all honesty I am kind of curious, he usually gets me toys and stuff so ill probably get another teddy bear.
He nods and smiles his ugly wrinkles making his face sag, I'm good I got self control or I might have thrown up.
Finally on deciding not to stare anymore in or it might end up bad I rip the bag open and shuffle through the purple tissue until my eyes catch sight of a beautiful blade.
It was black and silver, the blade itself was twisted in a spiral going down to a sharp point, the hand had a unique look, almost one of a pirates sword except designed with fake scales.
To bad, this is a test. He's testing me. If I was stupid then I would've fell for it.
I give him a confused look "alpha? I can't touch this, it's silver"I say trying to make my voice sound more gental and feminine
He sighs roughly motioning for me to go to the kitchen where there is a small cake "happy birthday miss" the slave says and quickly scurrys out of the room.