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Hours and days of having to endure the endless beating of the thugs, your hands and feet were bound together to a pole digging into your skin leaging friction burns and blood trickling down, your clothes were battered with rips and tears of the weapons they used on you. Knifes, hammers chains whips you name it. That scratching of metal trailing on the floor ringed in your ear with horror as they struck with such force. Pain and numbness electrified through your weak and abused body, tears drying up bur more kept coming as your screams filled the room. "Freaks like you should just fucking die, such a waste of space in this universe, you have no worth and no one's gonna come for a slutty little bitch like you, it hurts doesn't it? You deserve all the pain of these weapons."
The tall one of the thug group, possibly the leader wiped the blood and tears on his clothes, the others laughed as you struggled to violently shake and rock as much as you could out of the chains that suppressed you. "FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID FRIENDS, YOU ARE THE TRUE FREAK, A REAL MONSTER YOU ARE! JUST BECAUSE OF WHO I AM, SOMETHING I AM BORN AS AND CANNOT CONTROL- I DO NOTHING TO THIS WORLD. BUT ITS YOU!! PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE THE REASON WHY THIS UNIVERSE IS A DISGRACE!" You spat at the leader with a cracking voice.
"I might as well just end you here right now, you're so useless." Another one stepped out of the group out of the shadows, he swiftly picked up a nearby axe. It's silver blade shone beautifully, clean and smooth. It could cut anything in just one swing- you choked on your breath gritting your teeth. More tears flowed down as you bowed your head in a near defeat.
Because you were so tired and couldn't do anything anymore, you closed your eyes and cursed under your breath. *bang* a gunshot... you were half unconscious so you had no energy to lift your head again. *bang bang bang bang* more gunshots yet nothing hit you, not the bullets and not the axe that was in the person's hand. In fact that person was dead along with 4 others.
"No, please spare us! We didn't mean to and we will never do such a thing again!" You heard one of the thugs' voice waver with fear followed by a scream and another *bang*. Suddenly the shooting came to a stop and a familiar voice spoke.
"Don't touch things that aren't yours you fucker." It was Scaramouche, he was laughing. His hands wrung round the leader's neck with no hesitation. Squeezing harder and harder the windpipe crushed, another horrifying scream from the thug. Dead bodies littered the floor with blood oozing out of their heads. Scaramouche stepped through them smiling with content with his doing.
His footsteps stopped, there your head still dropped in defeat. The chains rattled as they loosened, your drained body lay in his arms as Scaramoucue carries you out of the place. It wasn't until the first break of the setting sun dawned on the both of you that your eyes finally opened slightly to see his blood stained face.
"You are safe now, shhhhh you're okay, you're okay." He lay you down on his bed to rest. He cleaned the blood and treated the bruises. Bandages were wrapped round you. He placed a kiss on your cheek stroking your hair to reassure everything was okay.
You looked up at him with worried eyes "Scaramouche, am I truly what they say? A freak... no worth of living. Why didn't you just leave the to kill me?"
He scoffed, "Fucks sake you really believe what people tell you? Yeah your well useless sometimes but your not a freak and... your life has worth to me. You're not like anyone else- you are mine and no one else's. Don't believe what liars say to you- never let them see defeated. And if anyone tried to dumb shit to you again I can guarantee that they'll be dead as a doorknob." Caressing your cheek for comfort made you feel much better.
"Does anyone else need to be killed?" He whispered into your ears.