Dearest little sea witch

"Don't. Just stop apologizing. I'm kind of tired of hearing the word sorry." Her tone still calm she'd hoped it didn't sound so rude. "It happens, I've dealt with worse behavior, dealing with you is a walk in the park."

"Fuck..."

“Listen to me, don’t pass out just yet.” He said, moving close to her so he could whisper in her ear. “I think you know I could keep going and going till you die chocked.” He said, calmly, almost sweetly. “But I’m nice, you see and I won’t” He smirked to himself, seeing the tears in her cheeks. Right now she was at his mercy, no matter how much she keep digging her nails into his skin, he wouldn’t move his hand. “And you will remember to be nice to me, okay? Cause next time, I’ll choke you more.” He gave her throat a squeeze to prove his point. “And you’ll need all the luck in the world for someone to stop me” He said, this time his tone was harsh, angry. “So play nice, understood?” He finally decided to let her go, throwing her unkindly to the round. He looked at his hand, a frown in his features. as he cleaned the blood on them, getting up, brushing his clothes, fixing his hair. “I’d hate to choke you to dead after you already escaped a rope.”

Though she heard him speaking, everything had become hazy. She couldn't register the words he said, she could barely even tell that he was speaking at all. Vanessa's head spinning, she almost felt relief as she hit the ground. Gasping for air in between painful sobbing, she nodded her head, agreeing with whatever it was he was saying. "Please," she whispered hoarsely. "Jus- just leave me alone." Though it all sounded perfectly find in her head, she wasn't sure it was coherent to him at all. Curling herself up on the ground a little, she paid no mind to being outside, Vanessa ghosted her hand around her own throat, unconsciously checking her scars before she brought her hand to her mouth to try and muffle the sound of her crying

"Fuck..."

The dark haired boy shook his head, letting out a humourless laugh.”So close yet so far, my dear.” He said sweetly, gripping her throat tightly once more. “Mama didn’t told you that you should mean it hen you apologize!” He took a deep breath, keeping his anger in control. “How long will my fingers last in that skin of yours?” He wondered out loud, his thing fingers closing tighter, cutting the only source of air from her lungs. “But most importantly, how long till you faint? Cause you’re lucky that I’m not aiming to do worst.”

"Fuck..."

“Ah, now you wish you were nice to me.” He said, a childish pout in his lips, his own eyes watery in a mix of anger and sadness, remembering bad people, horrible people, mean people. “But oh no, you had to be mean” He titled his head to the side, looking into her pleading eyes. He licked his swallowed thickly and sniffed, he was angry at her and now she was looking at him like that? This wasn’t his fault, it was hers. She slapped him, he was just having fun and she slapped him, he loosen his grip, enough for her to be able to talk. “Say. You. Are. Sorry.” He demanded again. “Because I’ll get in so much trouble and it’s your fault!” He said, his face so close to hers that he was touching her nose with his. “Ask me to stop and do it nicely.”

Her fault? How was this in anyway her fault? If she'd been able to, she'd have spat in his face right then and there. When his grip loosened, she could feel the small amount of air reach her lungs. The small reprise of getting away from him hurdled through her head. She could feel that her voice was going to be hoarse simply by the way her throat felt. His hand still wrapped uncomfortably around her neck. Though she didn't mean it at all, Vanessa managed to let the word slip from her lips, "S-sorry."

"Fuck..."

“Told you I was a rope” He growled, anger in his eyes. He just asked a simple thing, why did it upset her so much to talk about that little subject and she had to slap him, she had to call him a sick bastard. He squeezed a bit tighter, clenching his jaw, looking at her with his baby blue eyes narrowed with rage. “Say you are sorry!” He demanded, he could feel her hands trying to get rid of his grip but he didn’t stop. “Say you regret hurting me! Say you were stupid for slapping me! Say it!” He snarled, even if he knew she wouldn’t cause he was chocking her. 

Her vision beginning to blur, Vanessa's attempt at breathing quickened only making her situation worse. Though she'd managed to wedge a few of her unbroken fingers between his hand and her throat, no matter how hard she tried she couldn't seem to pull his hand away. Eyes watering, the dark haired girl attempted to apologize failing miserably. Her eyes flicking about trying to see if there was someone else around that could help, seeing nobody, her eyes landed on the guy, casting him a pleading look.

"Fuck..."

On any other day, BD would’ve laughed at the slap, he would’ve even encourage her to slap him again but not today. His head was hurting and he had a damn cut in his cheek, he didn’t want a slap and he could feel anger boiling in his veins. “First of all, I’m not a bastard.” He said, looking at the girl, licking his lips. “Momma and papa married first then they bang and here I am” He grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him again. “And secondly, I’m not in the mood for slaps, darling” He said, his hand moving down to her throat, holding it tightly. “Bring the memories back, they are fun! Dying is fun! Chocking is fun! So go ahead and have fun!” He snarled, his fingers pressing tighter. 

His grip on her face tight, she was sure she'd have some kind of bruising there when this was through. Vanessa fought against his grip, not wanting to look at him at all. How could she? Everything he wanted to bring up was everything she'd tried so hard to forget. She'd toyed with the idea of leaving, she couldn't take much more of this, however that thought flew from her mind the instant his hand grab at her throat. She'd never had much of an issue of people choking her before now, but with the memories still fresh in her mind, no thanks to him, she felt her entire world close in around her. At first she'd still been able to manage to get air into her lungs but with his fingers closing tighter around her windpipe she panicked. Her hands clawing at the one around her throat, the burning feeling returning entirely unwelcome her body jerking around trying to get free of his hold. 

"Fuck..."

He giggled in a child-like manner. “Easy!” He said, shrugging softly. “Cause you really, really want me to stop” He replied, a smile on his lips. It was odd to see how he was so happy when she was crying so much but he couldn’t help it, seeing her crumbling was funny. “You want me to stop saying that it must be horrible to feel the tightness around your neck, the burning of the air trying to enter to your body, how difficult it must be to know that you chose to die, you were so determined to end it but no that dying is so close to you…Fear is way stronger.” He licks his lips, watching her tears, part of him wants to reach out and touch her cheeks but he resist the urge. “Cause my words hurt and they are breaking you. Struggle with me like you’d struggle with a rope. And fail. Let me choke you.”

Through her tears, Vanessa saw red before whatever energy she had left was spent on yelling at him. "I didn't choose shit you fucking arsehole. The only thing I was determined to do was get the damn rope away from me instead of being tied around my neck. What the fuck is wrong with you, you sick fucking bastard." Her hand leaving it's place on her leg connected with his face with a harsh slap. The few seconds after the connection, Vanessa spent reeling in her anger before she shifted slightly and went back to pushing the memories away while she cried.

"Fuck..."

There was a voice in the back of his head telling him to stop, that he was being cruel, that he shouldn’t hurt someone like this, that it was wrong but he didn’t care. It amused him too much to see the cracks, to hear the sobs. It was just pleasant. Some find happiness in helping others, he found happiness in cracking them. “Hmm…Let me guess, just for the fun of it” He said, a smirk in his lips, ignoring the tears. “Did someone you loved hang themselves? Or even better, you tried it out but failed? Come on, I wanna know” He asked, poking her in the ribs gently. “Cause if you lost someone, their ghost might linger with you and how lovely would that be?” He clapped his hands as if they were talking of the happiest thing in the planet. “Come on, sharing is caring”

This guy really knew exactly what things to say to make it worse. Though she knew quite well that she'd have no problems hurting him, she had no idea what his alter was like. Maybe he had that weird strength thing that her own alter apparently had. If that was the case, she wasn't sure she wanted to try it out. Taking a deep breath, Vanessa turned to him, face red and eyes beginning to swell from her crying. "W-what makes you think I'd tell you any of that?" she said between broken sobs. Shaking her head at him, it was all she could do to stop herself from breaking down completely into hysterics