what happened to Tim.2

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Tim is screaming on the top of his lungs because of so much pain he is now feeling. But generally speaking, he is so high with drugs that he somehow numbed.

"You are a Demon, Dara!" Tim shouted.

"It is you, Tim, you are the demon!" I again cut his pulse with a knife. It was just a light scratch but enough to make him bleed.

Let us take this slowly, dear Timothy.

"Dara, stop this! What the fuck did I ever do to you?! Huh?!" Tim is crying, trembling with fear. He is helpless.

"Timothy, try remembering, okay? What have you done to Dara? Or is it to Dara or to me?!" I asked while slowly slashing his pulse.

This, this is driving me crazy. I am crazily happy seeing him terrified and in pain.

"You are a crazy bitch! What are you saying, 'Dara or me'? You are insane!" What he said is making me mad.

Does he have any rights to call me a crazy bitch and insane?! Hahahahaha! No! Because he is the one who is insane and lunatic! Timothy and all those animals! Aaaaaahhh!!!

With all of this overwhelming emotions I accidentally cut his neck.

I was so shocked I immediately stand and untied his arms from the head board. But after that I also scratched myself in the cheeks and other parts of my body with the knife. I messed my hair and wrecked my dress. I bit my lips and made it bled.

I waited for Tim to die from loosing too much blood and drug overdose.

I removed his blindfold and dress him again and then called the police.

"H-help! P-p-please! Timothy!" At that point I was wailing and having a hard time to breathe.

Of course, it was just an act.

I was fake crying then sobbing then asking for help all through out call waiting for the police to come.

When I heard the police coming in I rushed to them helplessly begging to save Timothy.

They guided me to the ambulance and covered me with a blanket.

One police officer came to me to ask me regarding this incident.

"I know you are still feeling shock and all but I need your cooperating, uhm, Miss... Miss Dara Argon. What happened?"

"W-w-when we reached t-t-the unit, his c-condo unit he just...he just s-suddenly tied me w-with wire." I pretended to stutter and tremble as if I am traumatized and "shock" with what happened.

"I said e-enough. I-I-I told him I d-don't like what he's doing. I wanted to-to-to go h-home. I am s-seeing his eyes f-f-filled with oddness. H-he looks high. Timothy s-started losing it, he's wrecking things and h-he started hurting me too."

"After that, he, he was hurting himself too. He was saying things, almost, almost mumbling. I heard him s-saying that he don't want it anymore. I wanted to, to stop but I was tied. I could've done something to save Timothy. He is in pain, I, I know he doesn't want what he is doing." I was bawling like I have just lost the most precious person in my life.

"Until I have successfully untied myself but. it was too late. I was panicking all the time. I saw him bleed and died with my own eyes... I, I saw everything and I wasn't able to do anything."

I was weeping and shaking.

I acted like I am in very much torment.

Just as though everything that had happened was true.