Chapter Sixteen

The Man's backstory and reasoning is explained, and Frey and Rema's escape plan goes south.

Warning: Does contain brief scenes of torture, violence leading to murder, pretty descriptive gore, mentions of rape (but no actual rape shown), threats of death and serious injury, and subjects that may upset, trigger, or disturb the reader.

-Frey-

Rema ran to me and struggled to untie my wrists from behind my back.  She was crying and shaking, cradling me like I was a child and sobbing into my hair.  I wanted to push her away, tell her I was fine and that I just wanted to be left alone, but I was so tired and her skin felt so soft and warm on mine.  It was so comforting, I passed out shortly after that.

When I came to, Rema was asleep next to me, holding me close to her with my head resting on her chest.  I groaned as I sat up and looked her over.  I saw the bruises were darker now that morning hit, and her face looked pretty awful.  I was glad that her head stopped bleeding at least, but she was in bad shape herself… Yet so worried about me…

I was angry with her, for interfering and putting herself in danger and me in a position where he can hold something over my head.  A part of me hated her for following me here like an idiot and trying to help me in the original fight.  I was so mad at her for risking herself, and a part of me knew she was probably going to die because of this… Because of me.

With the ringing in my ears and the shifting dots in my eyes, I didn’t notice or hear the man creep up on me until it was too late.  I felt his arm wrap around my neck and yank me away from her, I was thrown onto the floor with a hard smack.  He kicked me in the ribs, and I felt agony course through my body.  My ribs were so fucked up, aiming for them was nearly a cheap shot by now.

“You have a good sleep?  I’ve been waiting here for what feels like hours.” He asked me, he glanced over at Rema. “She’s a heavy sleeper, eh?”

I glared at him, “Just get it over with… Do your worse.”

“Shouldn’t challenge me, Frey…” he shook his finger at me, a playful look on his face as he bent down to my level.

“You can’t break me, I’m not weak anymore…”

He looked me dead in the eyes, then glanced me up and down before returning to eye contact. “You’re different, I’ll give you that… Actually act like a man now instead of a little b***h, but you’re foolish, overly prideful, and got a pretty disrespectful mouth on you.  I’m going to have to work on that…” He grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet, pinning me face first to the wall.  His hand slipped down my stomach, going lower and lower.

“I’m going to kill you.”

“You keep sayin’ that I’m going to really start taking this to another level.”

“I will.  I swear it.  If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll f*****g murder you.”

He exhaled hard, rolling his eyes.  Suddenly, a horrible pain went through my whole body and I screamed.  It felt like thousands of needles sticking me on every part of my body.  It felt like I was being burned from the inside out with battery acid.

I collapsed to the ground, gasping and panting.  My whole body was still quivering from the pain of it.  I looked up and saw the cause… The damned Taser… He still had it.

He shoved it to my upper arm, and I screamed again, the pain coursing through my body.  He did it again, and again, and again.  My arms, back, legs, neck over the burns. I was shaking uncontrollably by the time he pulled back.

“Sleepy head’s up… Am I going to have to tie you up again?” I looked over to Rema, seeing her sitting up with a look of horror on her face.

“What are you doing to him?” She whispered.

The taser hit me again, and I fell on my face and tried to squirm away.  He held his boot on my head while he pressed it to my shoulder, a sick grin on his face.  The f****r was enjoying this.

I felt it over and over, and I felt it course through me, like it was frying my insides, and then everything went white and all I heard was ringing, loud in my ears.

I saw bright lights, exploding like a million stars before my eyes.  My whole body went numb, I felt like I was floating and I wondered for a moment if I was dead.   In the distance, I heard Rema screaming and sobbing, but she sounded so far away.

//

-Rema-

He was convulsing violently, his body warping in ways that seemed unnatural and impossible.  The man withdrew the taser with a confused and angry look of his face, and Frey didn’t stop.  His eyes wide, bloodshot and full of tears.  His mouth was open, like he was screaming without a sound, drool and blood overflowing out the corners of his lips.  His head hit the floor over and over.

The Man slapped him across the face, screaming at him to stop being an idiot.  He grabbed him by the throat and smacked him again, splitting his lip open.

“He’s having a f*****g seizure!  Stop!” I shouted, barely able to speak between my sobs of panic.  I shook myself out of the petrified state I was in, and tried to pull him away.  My actions only got me shoved down, my head bouncing off the floor.

Frey was still convulsing.

“Knock it off, already!” He tased him again and I got on my knees, clutching his shirt.

“Please, stop! He’s seizing, don’t you get it? It’s too much! Stop!”

He drew away, glaring at me. “Well, make him f****n’ stop!” He grabbed me by the hair and threw me before Frey, yelling at me to “Fix it.”

I demanded a blanket, and a glass of water and watched as the man went upstairs, shaking his head and muttering to himself.

Frey wouldn’t stop, his eyes wide and not even looking at me.  I rolled him onto his side so he didn’t choke on his own blood.

The man returned with a blanket and water, and I quickly wrapped Frey in it.  I rubbed his back, spoke in a soft voice to him and I waited until his eyes finally started to focus and his body stopped convulsing.  The confused look on his face broke my heart, he tried to speak but no sound came out - just horrible wheezing.

I snatched the water bottle and brought it to his lips to drink.  He got more on himself than down his throat, but he finally calmed enough and passed out.

The man was pacing back and forth, glaring at us. “Well, did ya fix him or what?”

“He was having a seizure, you sick f**k…” I hissed, “You could have killed him, what were you thinking?  What the hell is wrong with you?  Who would do something like that to another person?  He could end up brain damaged from you using it on him like that over and over.”

“I’ve done it before.” He shrugged, pacing back and forth, stepping closer so he could look down at Frey.  

He paced just like Frey did.  I realized Frey shared a lot of the same mannerism as this man, including a version of his southern accent.  Frey must have unconsciously caught onto these things, and it disturbed me to realize that Frey was actually extremely similar to this b*****d.

“You use a taser on him repeatedly like that...  Then tase him when he starts seizing…” I muttered, petting Frey’s hair.

“Yeah, Yeah, Whatever… Well, wake him up… I literally just started with him.”

I shot him a look over my shoulder, pulling Frey into my chest protectively. “No, he’s had enough already.  You tased him multiple times, He hit his head repeatedly on the floor while he was convulsing.  He could have died.  I’m not letting you torture him more.”

“It isn’t up to you, sweetie…  Frey and I had a deal, I’d play with him until he broke and begged me to stop and in return I wouldn’t hurt you.  Well, he hasn’t begged me to stop yet.”

I held him closer, “I won’t let you.”

He smiled, but it was different from the sadistic one… It was almost sad. “You remind me of my wife… She was all caring and motherly like you.  Then she left…”

“Why am I not surprised…” I said, rocking Frey back and forth as I sunk my nose into his hair.

The Man glared at me, “She died.  Didn’t leave me willingly… I loved her a lot.”

“You don’t seem capable of love if you’re able to such sick things to a person…” I muttered.

“I did love her…” His voice got sharp, features twisted with anger and bitterness. “It wasn’t until she died that I started hating everything… I never wanted to hurt Frey like this in the beginning… I was just lonely… I wanted someone there, and Frey was just some little kid with a neglectful junkie Mom… So I took him.”

I didn’t know what to say, there was more to this sick a*****e than I first realized.  He was still disgusting, but he had a reason to be a monster - Just like me and Frey.

“It wasn’t until he turned into a teenager that I started really getting fed up with him… He was so pathetic and weak, just cried all the time and begged me not to kill people.  People he didn’t even know and shouldn’t have cared about.  He was too soft, so I had to beat him.  Like my Daddy beat me to turn me into a man.”

“Your Dad do this sick s**t to you too?  Rape you? Beat you with a belt? Burn you? Tase you?”

He shook his head, “He didn’t rape me or tase me, only broke a few of my bones and belted me… I learned quick… Frey’s thick skulled.”

“He was a child.  A child you kidnapped, held in a basement and murdered people in front of…  You put him through s**t no one should have to go through… It doesn’t matter what happened to you.  It doesn’t matter your Dad beat you, or your wife died.  You’re still sick…” I told him, petting Frey’s hair.

He swallowed. “I’m not likin’ yer tone, girl…”

“Who is he, Really?  Who did you take him away from?  Who was he before you completely destroyed him?” I asked, “He doesn’t even remember his real name, or his family, or how old he is.”

“He was eight when I got him, so he’s… about Twenty-seven now?”

Nineteen years...  Minus Three… Sixteen years… He dealt with this sick f****r for sixteen years.

“He had a little brother and sister… Name was something with an “L”... Leo, or Lika… Something weird like that… His Dad was dead, had a junkie mother with a scum step-dad who just stepped in the picture.   His family was from a rough city area, and his Mama wanted some drug money… She sold him to me for two hundred dollars without a second thought.” He shook his head, “So I took him home, and told him he was mine.  I tied him down so he wouldn’t run away and I killed four people in front of him, and I told him his name was Frey now… And that he was mine… Then I branded him.  He wasn’t the same kid after that, didn’t talk for nearly a year.”

I couldn’t think of a way of answering him without getting him angry, but it made me sick to my stomach to know this.  To know Frey was always unwanted, sold by his own Mother, and had to watch four people die when he was only eight… He spent sixteen years being tortured and brainwashed by this sick man, and the man didn’t even think anything was wrong with what he did.

.,.

The peace we had for that short while after Frey’s seizure didn’t last long, and The Man - who appeared almost human for a moment there, came back as a monster only two days later.  

Frey was still spitting insults and curses, fighting back and even biting when he had the chance.  I was almost proud of his mental strength, but it worried me.  A part of me wanting him to give in and give the sick b*****d what he wanted - just so he’d stop hurting him.

Frey sat in the corner, leaning on the wall with his arms on his knees and chin rested on top.  He just glared at the staircase for hours, and hadn’t spoken a word since this morning.  He seemed so angry.

He looked horrible.  dark circles under his eyes and a nasty bruise on his cheek, the other bruises started to fade already.  His back was covered in fresh welts, layered over the old ones.  He still had dried blood crusted on his face and body.

“He ain’t bringing it.  F****n’ liar.” He growled.

The Man made him play another game - removed his fingernails and if Frey didn’t scream, he said he’d give us food.  Well, Frey played along and didn’t make a noise while all ten nails were ripped off.  He bit into his lip so hard his teeth cut through it, but he made no noise.

The Man said he’d get the food, but it’s been at least an hour.

My stomach was shouting at me, and I knew we both were hungry.  We hadn’t eaten in days, and I didn’t know how we were going to handle it much longer.   That’s why Frey endured all that, mostly for me - since he was used to having little food, while I wasn’t.

“We have to start figuring a way out of here.” I told him.

“There is none.” He answered grimly, “Unless we can get a random opening, if he decides to ever let us out of this basement, and we can try running.  But with how fucked up I am, I doubt I could get away… So You’d have to leave me.”

“I couldn’t leave you.”

He scoffed, “Yeah, ya could.  He ain’t gonna kill me, he’s gonna just torture me half to death.  He’ll kill you when he’s done having his fun.  He doesn’t have a reason to keep you around.  You get a chance to run, you take it - no matter what.”

“I wouldn’t leave you here.” I said, my voice stern. “I’d come back for you.”

“And you’d get yourself f****n’ killed, Rema.  You f****n’ stupid?  this isn’t your f****n’ fight!  You aren’t supposed to be here, you shouldn’t have followed me here, and if he wants to, he’s gonna kill you because you did this without thinking.  You say I’m a reckless idiot?  I think I’m rubbing off on you.” He gave that bitter smirk he always did when he was trying to hide how he felt.  His eyes didn’t even look at me, he just stared at the top of the stairs.

“Well, it’s too late!” I shouted, “Stop being so angry with me, I can’t turn back time.”

“Well, if you didn’t do what you did, if you never came here it would have been better for me.” He mumbled, still refusing to look at me.

“How?  You couldn’t kill him, he was about to drag you to the basement anyway when I came in!  It would have been the same as it is-”  

He cut me off, and whipped his head around to look at me.  His eyes were wide and crazed, full of anger, fear, and regret. “It would have been better ‘cause I would be suffering alone right now!  At least I wouldn’t have to worry about you, or make deals with him to keep you safe for a little longer!  I wouldn’t have to watch you die, and stand here getting beat and fucked while you watch!  You have any idea how embarrassing and completely humiliating this is for me?” He snapped at me, swiping his arm in an offensive manner. He just seemed so damn angry.

“Frey, you bein’ mean to the girl again?” I heard The Man from the top of the stairs, “Keep barking to our guest like that, mixed with all your biting and spitting, I’m just gonna give her all the food and feed ya dog food out of a bowl, since you wanna act like an animal.”

Frey glared, looking away again and curling into himself, slowly rocking back and forth.

The man threw a half a loaf of bread at him, threw another half on a table and set down two water bottles.  He undid my bindings and told me to eat, then walked back upstairs after informing us he’d need us in a little while for “something” that he needed our “help with.”

I ate quickly, my stomach demanding food - being more hungry than I realized.  I took large bites, barely chewing the stale bread before I took another mouthful.  I looked over and Frey was barely nibbling at his, still not moving from where he was sitting.

He ate only a couple bites, before he walked over and handed the rest to me. “Take it.”

I shook my head, taken back by his selfless offer. “No, Frey.  You need to f****n’ eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Bullshit.” I said bluntly, “You’re hungry, and you need to eat.  So eat.” I demanded, not removing my eyes from him.

“I don’t need-”

“Eat.” I wouldn’t give him an option.  He was just being selfless and probably a bit suicidal, like if he didn’t eat he thought he would die quicker.

He rolled his eyes, sitting down across from me and began eating again.

The man returned in about a half an hour, and ordered us upstairs to “Help him with something,” as he put it.  The “something” ended up being two bound young woman, beaten and scared in his backyard.  He lead us to the porch, gesturing at the woman.

“Kill the two of them, then I want you to dig holes and bury’em.” He pointed towards the two shovels, and a hatchet. A sick grin twisted his face as the two woman started screaming and crying. “And don’t you try nothin’ sneaky, ‘kay?” He warned us.

“I am not killing them for you, you do it yourself.” I told him.

My eyes widened when Frey grabbed the axe, walked down the porch stairs, and hacked off the first woman’s head without batting an eye.   It took a good couple swings, but thankfully the woman was dead at the first one.  Her blood pooled under her severed head, the skin of her throat cut and ripped in a gruesome and jagged pattern.  The second woman snapped out of her shock and started screaming and begging as Frey lifted the hatchet again, still dripping with blood.

“Stop!” The man called, raising his hand, and Frey froze. “That one isn’t yours.”

I heaved and puked onto the ground, half the bread I just ate coming up.  I couldn’t kill that woman!  She did nothing to me.  She was just an innocent woman this m**********r brought here.  She had nothing to do with anything and I refused to kill her.

He didn’t take that very well, and cornered me against the house. “I told you to kill her, Frey had no problem and he’s beaten to hell. So why can’t you?”

“I won’t.  She’s innocent.  She doesn’t deserve to die.”

He let out a loud, sarcastic laugh, “Ha! Wrong! They all deserve to die! Every one of them!  Disgusting f****n’ insects!” His voice boomed through the woods, proving no one was around to hear anything and no one would come and save us.

“I won’t kill her.”

He smacked me hard across the face, knocking me to the wooden surface of the porch. “I didn’t give you an option!”

Frey made his way up the steps again, grabbing the man by the arm. “Hey, you can’t touch her.  You pissed? Then take it out on me, that’s our deal.”

“Frey, stop being a selfless f****n’ moron! For f**k’s sake!” I screamed, getting to my hands and knees.

The Man kicked me in the side, knocking me back to the ground. “Stay down!” he yelled.  He then turned to Frey, “If it’s gonna make her kill that b***h over there, I’ll beat you some more, but I might accidently kill you at this rate.”  

He shoved him backwards off the porch, and Frey landed hard on his back, gasping when the air was knocked out of his lungs.  He didn’t let him recover and stomped on the broken ribs, invoking a scream of pain.  A fistful of bloodstained dark hair was grabbed and dragged toward the porch steps.

He wrenched his arm behind his back, and Frey winced at the pain.  The man looked me dead in the eyes, “Do it, or I break his f****n’ arm.”

“Stop! For f**k’s sake!” I shouted.

He twisted it further and Frey bit back a scream, his teeth cutting into his lip

“Kill the girl, and I’ll stop.”

The woman was sobbing, “It’s okay… I get it… I understand… Just make it quick.”  She looked at us with pity in her eyes, scanning the bruises and injuries we had.  She knew we were being forced against our will, and didn’t have a choice in it…  The fear and helplessness in her eyes mixed with a selfless understanding that her death would be quick, while we would still suffer.

I nodded, tears blurring my vision. “Fine! Fine!” I screamed, I gripped the handle of the hatchet in both hands, closed my eyes and swung.  I heard the crunch of skin and bones being broken, the disgusting squish of blood splattering around the axe’s blade.  I pulled back, and brought the axe down again, and then again, then one last time and her head was removed from her body.

The man threw Frey to the ground, and applauded obnoxiously. “Finally! See, that wasn’t so damn bad!” He leaned back, laughing so loud it could have shook the trees.

Frey looked up from where he was thrown, rubbing his arm which thankfully didn’t appear to be broken.  He glanced at me, for a split second before he stood up with unnatural speed and grabbed the shovel, smacking it across the back of the man’s head.

“Run!” He yelled at me, dropping it to the ground.  He shoved my back lightly to snap me out of the shock state, and we took off into the woods.

I heard The Man shouting after us, his boots making loud footprints in the sticks and leaves that cut our bare feet.  He had recovered too quickly, and I ran faster, but Frey was starting to fall behind.  I encouraged him to run faster, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him in front of me.

I looked behind me just in time to see a hand grab my hair and throw me to the ground.  My head smacked against a rock, and the wound in the back of my skull reopened and pounded.  My vision went white for a split second, then I looked up to see The Man above me, holding a metal shovel.

Frey stopped, and turned back, practically begging for him to just let me go.  Saying it was all his plan and I had nothing to do with it.  He begged him not to kill me, literally on his knees.

The man sighed dramatically, rolled his eyes and gave a drawn out, “Finnnne.”  Then before I could blink, he kicked Frey in the side of his head, knocking him onto his side on the forest floor. “But you’re going to pay for that, and I told you before what would happen if you kept interfering…”

He held his foot on Frey’s thigh, right below his hip, and held him in place while he lifted the shovel and everything somehow moved slower.

He brought the shovel down on Frey’s right leg.  Hard, over and over.  I heard the bones break, and Frey screaming at the top of his lungs, grasping fists full of grass and dirt between his fingers as he dug his head into the ground and just screamed.

The man stepped back, removing his foot from Frey’s thigh where he pinned him down, admiring his sick work.  He obviously broke Frey’s leg, and he chuckled and Frey curled into himself and sobbed, clutching the shattered limb as close to him as he could.

He had said, when he first brought us to that godforsaken basement, if Frey interfered with him hurting me again, He’d break Frey’s leg.  He wasn’t lying… He actually did it.

He grabbed Frey by the hair, and grabbed me by my wrist and yanked us back to the back yard.  He threw me into the side of the house, and my body collapsed to the ground.  I couldn’t even shout in pain, I couldn’t say a word or move, I was frozen in shock.

The man put a collar around my neck, attached to a long and thick chain that was connected to a pole in the ground.  He threw the shovel at me.  “Bury these too, about four or five feet deep at least, by sunrise… Or I’ll break his other leg.” He hissed into my face, “So wipe that stupid look off your face and get to work… In the meantime, Frey needs some serious discipline.”

With that, he dragged Frey back inside and slammed the door.  I could hear screaming and crying from inside, but the crude leash wouldn’t let me up the stairs and to the door.  What he was doing to Frey, what kind of physical and mental torture he was inflicting on him now, I didn’t know… But I felt completely hopeless.

I sat on the steps and sobbed.  I sobbed for the pain in my head and the guilt in my chest.  For the fact Frey’s leg was broken because he didn’t want me to get killed.  The fact he was being punished because he wanted to help me escape.  I cried for the amount of pain I could hear in his screams, and the loud hurtful voice barking insults at him.  I cried for the two innocent women Frey and I killed just to try to make this sick man happy…  I cried for the man being tormented in that hell hole of a house, and the fact that he wouldn’t ever be able to recover from this even if we managed to get out.

Every single part of me broke that night.

Author's Note

This chapter's rather long, was orginally going to be split into two chapters, but then they would have been too short and I really wanna get this torture shit over with because it's even making me uncomfortable at this point.

Okay, so a lot in this chapter...
We learn The Man's back story and his reasoning for killing and being a sick motherfucker. Dead wife, and suffered some abuse as a child as well.
We also learn Frey's real history, his name actually being Leo, and being originally raised by a drug addicted mother who sold him to The Man for drug money while she was going through withdraw.
And we see Frey and Rema try to escape, Rema gets fucked up and almost killed, then Frey stops it, and the man breaks his leg for interferring..
I feel pretty bad about doing all this shit...
But it'll be over soon...

Reviews

[CAPOLAVORO]

Please don't be uncomfortable. It's just fine. :) The hurting and everything seemed to be interesting in every chapter. The story of the man did not even move me a bit to give sympathy or whatsoever. Frey really had a lot of hurting this time. I am trying to find a foreshadowing somehow. How everything would end. Rema is not getting too much now, I hope she would do something to save Frey also in a very good way of sacrifice. Need to read more. :)

[Sinbulvinter]

I'm glad I was able to give meaning to the hurt, and didn't just make everyone uncomfortable. haha.
The story of The Man is more so to give him a reasoning to why he does what he does and is the way he is, and less of trying to make the reader feel sympathy for him. He's an a*****e and a pretty sick b*****d, I don't think it'd be possible for anyone to really sympathize with someone like that. It just goes to show, everyone has a reason for being how they are - no matter how unjust those reasons are.
Frey usually ends up with the brunt of the suffering in most situations he finds himself in, mostly because he just doesn't know how to close his mouth.
Rema is already broken, so the man doesn't feel a need to hurt her. Plus, Frey making that deal with him really saved her a lot of suffering.
As for foreshadowing and how they get free from this, it's very vague, but once it happens you can see it coming when you look back.
Thanks for reading and reviewing.

[Kesha]

I should have waited until I ate, barely eaten today and then I read this...literally made me dizzy lol. But a good chapter either way, her a*s better get to digging!!

[Sinbulvinter]

Haha, sorry I made ya dizzy reading this. This one was one of my most graphic chapters, probably the most aside from the next one.
Her a*s better get to digging - Haha, that comment made me laugh a bit.

Thanks for reading and reviewing. Besure you get something to eat next chapter, kay? haha XP

[Kesha]

Haha yes I ate before I read that next chapter thankfully that was gruesome! Haha. I love your writing, great job :)

[Sinbulvinter]

Thank you =)

[Island Hippy]

Aloha, I really thought the taser and the seizure was the absolute brink of what his body could endure I really thought for a moment that it was going to kill him. This chapter was pretty disturbing, not a criticism on your writing but the momentum has built ten fold, things only get worse before they get better they say. Though I feel for Rema she needs to get with it. I just want them to deal to the man -- soon I felt nothing for his background even with the fact he was beaten. I hope we see the monster soon because they're kinda dying right now. Overall I am consistently impressed by the detail you weave into each chapter, everything flows nicely into the next and to have a talent for surprises. Furious chapter gripping read. Izzy

[Sinbulvinter]

Yeah, these chapters were really messed up. heh.
And with the Mans past, yeah it does not justify nothing, but it kinda was meant to show he had his reasons as well, mostly his hatred for the world being fueled by his wife dying. He's still a fucked up dude, and an a*****e.
Details are fun for me to do with gore and whatnot, I probably shouldn't enjoy it, but i just like getting creative.
I feel really bad for putting them through this though... lol
Thanks for reading and reviewing.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

This is sick, like really really sick lol..

So we learn the Man's history but it really is fucked up. I didn't feel it had any reasoning but mostly fucked up people don't have that haha.. Okay his dad beat him up so that explains it a bit but his wife dying? Doesn't add up to me haha

That scene with the taser - again very graphic and Frey having a seizure after that, it made me really feel for him.. Frankly, I'm surprised he didn't die, what with all the torture, broken ribs, burns, rape, and now broken leg.. he sure is supernatural haha :P

Rema - I kinda dislike her atm for being so useless and just crying around lol

That scene with Frey's fingernails being taken out was quite something! I actually know how that feels so yeah you wrote that out well too..

The women killing scene - where the woman gave that understanding look to Rema, it was just too much to imagine but again perfectly written.

I'm more impressed by the details you write here which make this sound quite real.
Awesome writing.

[Sinbulvinter]

Yeah, okay with the Man's history... Well, no, it don't justify him being a sadistic a*****e. It's more just like he was born fucked up in the head, and then abuse from his father made him violent, and after the death of his wife, he just hated the world.

Well, you're right about Frey. Little bit of a spoiler, but yeah, "The Monster" isn't some weird personality Alter, he's actually possessed by a demon, and the thing won't let him die.

And I kinda got the feeling people wouldn't like her very much during this... Hell, she is pretty pitiful. lol.

God, you had your fingernails taken out? That is fucked up.

Thanks again for reading and reviewing, I'm glad I did the details well. I was watching a bunch of gory horror movies during the time I was writing this, and I think it ended up going into my story. Detail with gore is fun for me to imagine. XP

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Yeah well good that he ended up being dead haha

Hmm demon? That does seem supernatural! Cool so he probably won't die until the end 😛😛

Ahh well, you can't make anyone like her. She's kinda pathetic haha

Oh not taken out.. I took it myself lol I've been into some fucked up s**t including self harm so yeah whatever but I get that feeling...

I like details. They build up a story. You're welcome, as always 😊😊

[Sinbulvinter]

Yeah, my story does have a touch of supernatural to it, but throughout the first volume, everyone just thinks the Monster's some sort of mental disorder and Frey's just crazy even though he says it's a demon.
and actually, thats actually the funny irony in all this. Frey actually really wants to die thoughout this whole book, yet his monster won't let him.

And, yeah, with Rema, I'm pretty sure everyone perfers Frey anyway, so Rema doesn't really matter anymore. Plus, I mean, she won't matter anymore soon anyway.

Oh, f**k, you took out your fingernails? Whoa, that's...whoa...

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Yeah I did think he was some psycho but would be interesting to read how the demon works him up..read moreYeah I did think he was some psycho but would be interesting to read how the demon works him up..

Ahh yeah I know you already killed her at the end of the volume one lol just add in another girl in the next volume haha 😛😂

Oh well, there's a reason I like Frey haha I understand him being fucked up and trying all that self harm so yeah 😛

[matrixmark]

So at the beginning we start to see more of a change in Frey. He is deifnately softening at the beginning of this chapter. The reason why I say this is simply because - the old Frey = he would see Rema as a hindering and annoying him and would just want to kill her as quickly as possible. But now we have a new Frey (on the surface at least) and that new Frey = He now has feelings for Rema and sees her differently, BUT like I say - its on on the surface and I am full aware of 'the monster' lurking inside.
I again like your details in which you went into in doing the fight scene - I appreciate the time taken in doing them. A LOT of people think that - 'yeah I can do that' but when it comes to it, it actually proves quite a challenge to do. It is only when the writer makes it flow, is when those people realise just how challenging such things can be. Also to continue the story at a fluid pace is good to see to. Again, A LOT of people take this for granted and some even flash read over things. But I really am impressed at your fluidity of the entire piece and have a lot of respect for the content and thought process which goes into making such a good read. 'The man' really comes to life in this and the previous chapter and dominates completely over Frey and Rema. But as we all know - what goes around, comes around. You really do feel for both Frey and Rema in these chapters BUT at the back of your head, and in a twisted way; you pen your words in such a way that you only want more of 'the man'.
But it's also intresting that you briefly went over the mans' past and gave us a brief insight into it. Makes him a LITTLE more human after reading about a glmpse of his history. I guess logic would normally say to many - get over it and move on BUT with this man, and what happened to him - logic didn't apply and something else something far worse happened along the way. And I that thing that happened was -'Frey' being there...wrong time, wrong place. So as I read on I did begin to wonder are his family still looking for him or giving up hope. I know hsi mother sold him for a few bucks, but it does have me questioning whether - regret plays on her mind or does she simply still not give a s**t or is he even dead. Also it has me what connection did 'the man' have with Freys mother to be able to have the chance of buying a child.
It does surprise me that when Frey had the axein his hand that 'the monster' didn't say to him to strike back at the man in that moment. But then again I guess it would be the obvious thing to do and this story is all about unpredictability and thats what I like about it.
From beginning to end, it was a very gripping and enthralling dark ride to be on. I feel for Rema as I do fo Frey, but both in different ways.
Frey - Hes back at where it all began for him
Rema - she didnt ask for this s**t to happen to her BUT she found it and now somehow has to deal with it.
Cue 'the monster' for the next chapter I feel.
But then again, I could be wrong because like I say....unpredictability is what its all about.

I think its great that you stick to writing such dark scenes. Yough to write about in the sense that - 1. Its can be mentally challenging to put yourself in the situation and come out with dark pen to paper writing. 2. Its a solid story which keeps on going at such a good pace, which is so hard to do. A lot just want a quick fix and short read nowadays and thats a shame because it pieces like this deserve the attention for the effort which has gone into it.

You always thank me for reviewing your pieces BUT i only put in this amount of effort because it is worth it. Your effort is on show for all to see and I feel it only right in trying to do the best for you in giving my best for when I review such work. Its only fair on you.

AFterall, writing is about giving your all and you have clearly done that . Well done you.
Keep writing.

Mark.

[Sinbulvinter]

Thanks again for reviewing, it really means a lot that you can see the work I put into this, and I'm glad it's enjoyed, even if it's only by a few people.
I understand what you mean, a lot of people just want a quick read and don't want to put time into reading and twenty-something chapter story, much less a multi book series. But I've been very happy with the amount of readers I have gotten, which at this time is about five or six steady readers. Even if it doesn't get a lot of attention, I'm happy with what I do get.

Frey is starting to change a lot during this, and like you said, especially his feelings. He would have seen Rema as weak if this were months ago, and would have been annoyed by her. But he's starting to feel a lot more, and he feels bad for her and wants to protect her because he cares.
Fight scenes are never easy to write, especially for me. But I try and make it work, even if its short. I've been working on my skills in writing different things, fight and action scenes have always been a weak point for me. I'm glad you saw the effort I put into it.
Yeah, that's the main point of my story - showing every person, no matter how bad, has a reason for being the way they are. In "the man's case, it was losing his wife, the only person he had, as well as a toxic upbringing. He's still wrong and sadistic, but he's not just doing the things he does or is the way he is for no reason. Just like Frey and Rema.
The Man is, well, fun to write. As much as I should feel bad about creating him, I like really sadistic and fucked up characters like him. And a lot of people, like you said, want more even if it is messed up things they're doing.
Yeah, Frey was kind of in the wrong place at the wrong time, and more history on his mother and his family doesn't show up until the second volume, but to give a brief and spoil free answer - His Mom was a neglectful junkie, and pretty much gave him to The Man (who was her drug dealer) for drugs. She's dead during this time, now, and he never meets her. It is explained later, that she didn't even report him missing, and that a teacher did. So Frey was kind of always unwanted.
I do feel bad for doing this to Rema and Frey, especially because of the reasons you said - Frey's back at square one from this, and Rema didn't ask for any of this. But I also felt like this is what I had to do.
The Man was left a loose string, and he had to be dealt with. Frey wouldn't have any closure, gain any emotions, or really be able to move forward until the man was dead (plus, he's a mouthy a*****e, and almost asks for this s**t half the time.). With Rema, it's actually to strengthen her character, because not only does she need to be strong and survive for herself like she did with her Ex-husband, but she has to do it for Frey as well.
And yes, you're feelings about the monster may be correct. XD

Yeah, it is tough to write this kind of stuff at times, but in a way it's a therapy for me. I've been through some s**t, not like this, of course, but lets just say some dark s**t that I surpressed for years and never learned to deal with. When I write this kind of dark stuff, like rape, torture, abuse, and crap like that, it's a release of emotions. That's why I started this story, especially why I created Rema's character, because I went through something very similiar to Rema's past, and wanted nothing more than to murder my abuser. And since, well, murder's illegal, hah, I decided to write it out.

Thanks again, even if I don't need to. I really am glad you like the story and can see the work I've put in.

[Oneluv]

Everyone has a story and a reason for what thay do. I understand the mans story but it still dont explain why he gos to such extreams. I get it....when his wife died he lost all respect for human life. His dad beat him so he already had mental issues. I think that Frey should have keep hitting him! He should have known that one hit wasnt going to do it. Poor Frey... Hes been so selfless and Rema is a mess too. shes right Frey will never be the same and nor is she. Great chapter!!!

[Sinbulvinter]

Yeah that's kind of the point of this story, every person - just like real life - has a reason to be good or bad. Whether they're just or unjust reasons, we become what our lives make us.
I try to humanize the characters, even the sick f***s like The Man.
Yeah, things are really not going well for Frey right now. And they wouldn't be the same after this, in fact, this pretty much changes the whole rest of the story for them.

Thanks for reading and reviewing! I always look forward to your comments and I'm grateful that you've read and reviewed each chapter. =)

[Oneluv]

Im addicted your your writing. The storyline is incredible!This is honestly the best story that ive read in a really long time.bI always been a reader but lately no books been able to catch my attention. Unil I started reading this. It made me enjoy reading again. I look forward to seeing what happens next!

[Sinbulvinter]

Well I am so happy that you like it so much. I have a few readers right now, that drop in and out every few chapters, and you and another reader who are often reading each chapter. And I feel thankful as hell to just have a handful of readers that enjoy my writing! It really boosts my self esteem! And to think I'm able to get you to enjoy my work so much that I got you back into reading, it makes me feel really good.
I have the next chapter ready, and I can upload it soon. I'm actually wrapping up this Volume in a few chapters, but I've almost caught up to where I am in the draft/uneditted version. So I'm trying to write fast and upload quick too. Its hard with a two year old daughter running around and only about five hours a day to write, edit and post. aha