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People like me will never change. It is just engraved in my DNA.
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-Chapter 7-- Mathilda: Point of view-
It made me faintly smiled up at him. I guess, he is just like me, we just don't like receiving pity from no one.
Note to self: He is going to be useful in the future. People like him, you can use for many things. Even to kill for you. How lovely is that... Right?
But damn you Mr. Grumpy, you will pay for this. Slowly standing up from the tile grey floor was a pain in the damn ass.
My head was spinning, everything in sight was like a spinning carousel. I gradually made myself back against the cold wall, where all my inmates were at.
Everyone that is standing against the wall started to strip out of their orange jumpsuit as quickly as possible, out of fear of being choked by Mr. Grumpy to death.
I, on the other hand, will love to feel that again.
At first, I was hesitant to take off my clothes in front of these people, especially Mr. Grumpy. For me- clothes are a way to shield me from my weakness and cover all the pain and sadness that my fucked up self went through in the past.
And that is still going through nowadays.
I didn't want them to see my weakness.
But eventually, I slowly started stripping off my jumpsuit and as the thin layer of clothing was coming off my skin, more and more curious eyes were on my body.
It made me feel weak and powerless in this situation. I hate feeling like this, I always want to have complete control over everything that evolves me.
And right now, I had no control of anything.
My orange jumpsuit hit the tile floor as I stepped out of it.
Then my undergarments came off as well. When I finished I stood up straight waiting for the next order by Mr. Grumpy.
But instead, it was completely silent. I didn't like that at all.
Have these people never seen a girl with horrible scars and cigarette burns before? Oh and let's not forget the freshly different colored size bruises on my skin that Mr. Kicker left as Souvenirs.
Yes, my body is covered in horrible scars that are hard to look at sometimes even I have a hard time looking at them.
And yes there are a lot of cigarette burns and different size and colored bruises that also decorate my pale skin.
Fortunately for me, every scar and burn tells a piece of my story that hasn't been finished yet.
Many pieces of a story that are carved on my skin. Until I take my last breath on this earth.
These horrendous scars that are decorated on my pale skin were a reminder to never forget... Why I became what I am today.
A reminder, that there are still monster's out there waiting to be tortured and purified by me.
A special reminder that I'm alive and there are not. A motivation to keep me sane.
I glanced at everyone and for some damn reason, they were giving me pity looks again.
Oh man, even the trainers who are supposed to not give a flying fuck was giving me pity looks too, except Mr. Grumpy.
Mr. Grumpy, on the other hand- was looking at every inch of my nude body like if... He was trying two memorize every inch of it. The way that his eyes darkened made my heart skip a beat.
Just what in the hell is he thinking right now? It was hard to tell.
He better be thinking about unicorns and rainbows because if he is not, I'm going to kick him so hard that he won't remember his name.... That Dirty perv.
Every passing second that his scrutinizing gaze was on my body, it made me feel weird for some reason. And that didn't sit right with me and my poor little crazy heart.
"Are we gonna stand here all day, or what? "My question snapped them out of their little trance even Mr. Grumpy's- who was extremely in a complete haze not caring about his surroundings.
He snapped his dark eyes to my own and frowned "No, you are not "He said it in an annoying tone as if I did something that bothered him.
Well, excuse me? Mr. Grumpy but I'm the one naked here not you.
Everyone averted their eyes from me in a panic, when he said it in such a low but dangerous tone making me tense up.
Me of all people tensing up for such a small thing. It's not the first time that I hear people with such dark tones... Talk to me like that.
But the way he said it and the look he gave me while saying those four words in such an irritated way, made me a tiny bit nervous.
Keywords: Tiny bit... Why? Because that's the only thing he's getting from me.
A soft knock is heard from the door on the right side of the shower room. He broke his eye contact with me.
One of the trainers walks to the door and opens it.
Well, lookie lookie, who do we have here- the blonde that was in the portrait with Mr.Pretty eyes... How fucking nice.
She shyly smiles like an idiot looking around like a lost puppy, for some reason, I felt like bullying her to the point of madness. To see if she's as stupid as she portrays to be.
A wicked smile creeps on my face, while I eyed her up and down. What can I do to piss her off or more like 'Him off ' meaning Mr. Grumpy?
Why him you may ask?... Well, when his dark eyes landed on her-his eyes became softer, and that pissed me off for some reason.
"Why is a cute lost puppy like you, doing in such a fuck-up place like this?
Awwww, poor thing. Did you lose your owner?
Do you want me to help you look for your daddy?" my voice was like a mother talking to a baby.
Some of the inmates started giggling like stupid idiots. While I kept a neutral face on waiting for a response "If" she gives me one.
"Daddy? Lost puppy ?" She repeated tilting her head to the side. She looks at me totally confused for a moment, as well as all the naked inmates.
Then she trails her eyes to all the guards. The realization hits her like a bucket of ice water, she blushed like a complete fool.
WOW! Mr. Pretty eyes did get himself a fool. I hope she makes up her stupidity in bed. Bless this child's heart.
I felt a hard grip on my hair forcing me to get down on my two knees- it was so freaking fast that it didn't even give me time to react... Damn.
Everyone went as silent as Jerry trying to get the cheese out of the mouse trap as quickly as possible before sleepy tom woke up and noticed.
A dangerously sharp sinister voice got my full attention. When it spoke to me, my poor heart stopped for a fraction of a second. You better apologize to her, before I snap your neck. you little piece of-"
I interrupted him by laughing my ass off "Well Mr. Grumpy, you'll be doing me a favor if you really go through your little threat.
Oh, and when you do as you say. PLEASE, don't forget to look for her daddy, Okay?" I tried to look up at him but his grip tightened, making it hard for me to move my head to see his pissed-off expression.
Damn, I am missing a rare view.
He used his free hand and wrapped it around my slim neck. Man, this guy has a problem with choking people, he really needs to see a therapist before he becomes one of us.
He lifts me up pressing my bare back against the cold wall ."Damn-Damn Mr. Grumpy I-I didn't know you like it rough. Should I call you daddy instead?" A small smirk appeared on my face -while tears rolled down my warm cheek as I tried to get some oxygen into my lungs, again.
Damn it! It was getting harder and harder to breathe. This time I was sure that I was going to die. But it was all worth it because Mr. Grumpy looked hot being so pissed.
Our special moment was all ruined by a small girly voice ordering Mr. Grumpy to stop choking me.
Mr. Grumpy immediately lets go of me. I was now on my knees trying to get myself together. I let out a burst of shaky laughter trying to hide the fact that it scared me to the core.
"May I have a word with you, Leo? " She said without giving me a single glance. Awww, did I hurt her feelings?... Poor thing.
Mr. Grumpy walked beside her as they both left the shower room. So his name is Leo.
No wonder, why he's such an asshole.
At least... He's nice to stare at... Am I right?
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What will this little crazy girl do next to get his attention? Guess...🤣 💙.
Mathilda and I would love to know what your opinions are of this chapter.🥺😈❤.