Aᴘʀɪʟ 12, 2020.
A year passes.
It has become a fun routine for the psycho fellow, still confused with himself, to taunt Alessia. Sebastian will go to the gang's hideout, down in the basement every evening to make her life seem even more useless than it already is to her. He always starts with talk about his day and its problems, before getting angry at her lack of response and starts beating her with harsh reality and words summoned from Tartarus itself.
She once thought that she's too broken to break again, but how wrong she is to have her mind swirling around a simple phrase. After all, she's human and she's not made out of glass. She won't ever stop breaking, and for a whole year; every month, every week, every evening, it becomes worse. Today, it's an absolute execution. Sebastian is going hardcore, as if he really wants to obliterate her psyche. Now, she'd really become a crying doll.
Always, she has been treated like a doll, his personal ranting doll. He even forgets to feed her from time to time, or maybe he does it on purpose, using the excuse that she's so quiet he sometimes forget she's even alive. An adult-child, that's what he is; making sick jokes, smiling while talking gruesomely, throwing tantrums and worst of all, his laugh—"Heehee!"
Alessia stares at the man through black-rimmed, tear stained eyes. Her face is sunken and she's malnourished; unbathed for a week now—something else he keeps 'forgetting'. Sebastian has the freedom of movement, but as the year was going by, he became skinnier and seemingly more tired. Neglecting his own health as he does hers. It's obvious he's tormented, tormenting Alessia with his torment.
He has become psychotic, because of unrecognised feelings he shouldn't have had. He is determined to get her to talk though unsure of his reasons, but he's insane! Trapped in a fucking cycle, however expecting different results, when it's always been the same outcome everytime; tears and silence. Worst of all, he hallucinates when alone; visualizing Anissa as if she wasn't put down by his own gun and standing before him as good as new.
Alessia, after all he has put her through, still could not find it in herself to utter a word and each time he places a strain on her mind about it, she bursts into tears. She makes sounds while crying, but apparently that's not the sound Sebastian is set on getting.
As said before, today is a different day. She doesn't know what he did in the day today, because he doesn't speak about it and in an instant, goes down on her the moment he enters her den. He comes on extreme—over the top—he shouts, raging on and on, shooting insincere words, edged syllable after syllable, snake-like sentences and mostly words of abuse and nothingness, before her brain fries completely. She crystallizes before his very eyes and shatters into more than a billion pieces, screaming for the first time in what seems to be sadness and rage—
"KILL ME ! JUST FUCKING KILL ME !!"