Painless

Do you feel the itching under your skin? Someone’s trying to get out, but you lock them there, just below the surface. They scare you, make you want to do things you know you shouldn’t do.

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I was alone, just waiting for someone to visit. Someone to acknowledge me. If they would just come, I wouldn’t have to sit here with nothing to think about but the past. My heart feels like it’s going to explode. I’ll just sit here and breathe.

I remember the men coming into the smithy. As far as I know, they had no real agenda. They where drunk enough, I thought they would just beat me and take what they could get their hands on. Evidently they found o beo be the best find. They took me. When I say they took me, I mean they made me bleed right there. They tore my sensitive skin while fulfilling their own desires. I was scared, but I knew they would leave and that would be it. At least, I thought I knew. When they finally left, they took me with them. Almost a year I lay barely fed, at times watching my reflection in my own pool of blood on the floor. I would have screamed, but that would have given them too much satisfaction. They already made a fool of me by never letting me have my release. I spent most of my time with my own cock constricted, twitching and dripping yet never getting anywhere. When I started playing dead, they became even worse. Breaking my bones and knocking me unconscious. I got used to it though. After a while, you don’t feel it anymore.

I spent most of my coherent time hoping Jack would find me. He had to. Elizabeth would make him. See? I was right too. He did find me. He took his damn time, but he did find me. Lizzy sends me letters now. She still won’t say when I can see her. I have this feeling that she doesn’t want to see me. Like she is afraid I might be different now. I’m not that different. I’m just a little bruised.

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Someone’s knocking at the door. Why are they knocking at the door? It’s not my door. Another thing, why do they wait until I fall asleep again? It’s like they know.

“Come in.” And stop knocking. “Hello, Jack. How are you on this fine day?” He looks perplexed.

“Erm, I thought you might be awake,” except I wasn’t. I was before, but you missed it.

“It seems that way. How long was I asleep for?”

“Not too long, about a day.” A day? That’s not too long? Really now, not too long is six hours or something.

“Oh. I’m hungry.” You’re going to ask me a question, aren’t you? Please don’t. It would be really nice if you…

“What happened Will?” GAH! Does no one listen to me?

“I’m really hungry.” Does the noise coming from my empty stomach not give you a clue?

“I’ll get you something to eat.” And I’ll stare at the porthole until you leave. Now go.

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I’m still hungry and no one will feed me. I’m assuming this means I have to go get something myself. avenaven’t moved around in a while and I’m stiff now. Really stiff. It feels like someone is tearing away my muscles strip by strip. I’m also pretty sure that step wasn’t there the last time I was here, other wise I wouldn’t have just tripped over it. Good, now I’m bleeding. This is so not my fault.

“Will! What are you doing?” Fuck! I didn’t hear him coming. People should not sneak up on me like that. It’s not nice.

“I’m hungry.” And I’m bleeding all over my shirt. I was starting to like this shirt. This is very upsetting.

“Yes, and I said I would get you some food.” You are getting angry at a hungry man. Feed me. “You’re bleeding!”

“You took too long.” Why yes, I did just say that out loud. Maybe I should pay more attention.

“You can’t do this Will.”

“Do what?” I’m hungry and you’re pissing me off.

“Act like nothing happened. Like nothing is happening.” Something is happening. It’s called ~You are aggravating me and I’m hungry and my shirt is now totally ruined~. “Let me see your arm.” Fine. “ Shite, what did you do?”

“I fell. Right there.” Hmm, didn’t notice the nail before. That might explain something. I’m not sure what, but he probably knows.

“Didn’t you notice?” Should I have?

“Yeah.” You know I just lied, I can see it in your eyes.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” I…

“I can’t tell.”
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A/N: Yes, I introduce to you the new Will folks. Snarky little fellow, isn’t he?

For those of you wondering why the chapters are so short, it’s because I’m impatient