I raised my head and smiled up at him as if nothing happened; as if this were all a tolerable joke. I couldn't stand it, but if I was going to be a game piece in his little board game, I'd play it. My smile was so sickly sweet and fake, it made me puke my insides out. My eyes twinkled with what emotion I had left. Hate, envy, and disgust. I earned a slap to the face as he hit me hard, and I turned my head slowly, smiling at him again. Recovering from the sudden shock was easy, and I couldn't help but chuckle at his attempt to make me lose my self-esteem and hope. He raised his hand again and I chuckled, standing up, yet failing miserably as the chains pulled me back down. Chuckles turned into laughter, and I couldn't help bit shake my head and use my sickly sweet voise to reply to his intense glare. "Oh... Torture me all you want... You want my reaction? Then you got it." At first, my voice was mixed with giggling and sweet, but then it turned mediocre and bitter, finally ending it in a low growl. I spat at him, right in the face, catching him off guard. The spit was mixed with blood and I smiled, looking at him as he stared at me more. "... That's my reaction, fool." I looked away, turning my body to my left, not miding if my right arm was exposed. "I want peace and privacy. Now go fuck that whore of yours. I'm in no mood to talk to you, thank you very much." My voice had a tone to it that emphasized my disdain for him, him and this damned place I was in. He wouldn't budge, his gaze was still strong and I could feel the room's atmosphere turning darker... "Go. Now." I snarled at him, my teeth bared and my eyes fueled with hatred. The oil was him, and I would be glad to burn him up and have him be disintegrated. ---- This is originally a two-shot. .-. But it'll be a three-shot since I'm too tired to update.