~A month later~
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"Where were you?" I asked Ace as he entered his room. "Don't worry about it" he responded coldly. Blood dripped from his clothing and hands. I narrowed my eyes at him, "what did I tell you...", I could feel tears beginning to form in my eyes. He clenched his hand together forming a fist "I said don't fucking worry about it", he turned his head quickly, glaring at me. "You promised you wouldn't kill again..". He walked towards me anger filled his eyes. "YOU THINK I WANT THIS?!", he grabbed my chin roughly forcing me to look into his eyes. They were filled with pain and guilt. "I'll get the bleach..." I whispered.
The familiar feeling of guilt and sadness rushed over me as I scrubbed away at the blood-soaked floor. I've kept his secret for too long...he's held me, prisoner, for a month now and yet I've managed to get him to trust me completely...One day I'll be able to escape