#saevos stuff

You still want to listen? Be my guest. Where was I? Ah, my third mate. He was a sick, twisted thing and oozed with danger. It was exciting to be honest. Every fiber of my being said that I would have my neck torn out if I stepped out of line. I was correct. By then I got used to getting the correct reactions out of people. I read their mood and tell them everything they wanted to hear. He was perfect cover to keep the vermin away. Vermin being those who wanted all of me for nothing. I found out very quickly that some trolls weren’t worth my time. I never said I was a good person.

So anyway he and I hit it off pretty well- wha? His name doesn’t matter. The important thing was that he was a rich troll who had a thing for me. What was wrong with me accepting his hospitality? We spent a few days together and I figured that as long as I was faithful to him, we would be fine. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t fine. 

His selfishness came before any and everything. The clothes I wore, what I didn’t wear. Then he turned to who i associated with and where I was. It was suffocating. I figuratively and sometimes literally, could not breathe... One day, one of my good friends (a confidant) was on the main level of my mate’s hive. My mate and I were embracing but then I saw him do something he never did before. He locked the door. He only did this when there was something he hid, like when he doesn’t flush his waste or tries to wash his piss sheets in the bath so he doesn’t wake me. 

Everything went on as normal, he crawled up to me while I was on the bed. I saw a hint of desperation on his face. This was happening more and more as we dated, but it wasn’t enough for him. No. I had to be his and his only forever. His large hands held me, his hand almost completely enveloping my own while the other rests on my neck. It’s what he did when he focused only on me. He kissed me with such passion that I mistook him for someone else. Who was this above me right now? Then he gradually got heavy handed while toying with my nook and bulge. He twirled it around his finger, and only brushing against my nook once. 

Just when i was opening up to him, his hidden hand rustled into something at his side. Next was blood. Not from outside, but on his hands. My eyes were opened for the first time. I didn’t accept the plea from my own instincts to run from this man until now. It’s too late, I screamed. We were so high up that he assumed no one heard my shouts. I thrashed about my left stump while he targeted my right arm now. He was beyond my power. The most I could do was grip his neck with all my strength, unable to fully crush his windpipe. My right arm was gone now, then my legs were swiped from beneath me. Blood loss is painful. Never tell anyone that it is something to live through. Everything hurts. Now my head hurts. My vision is spinning. Where am I? I feel something bumping into me now. Is he still there? Don’t let me go. You still need me right? Don’t do this to me, please? It hurts...help me...