I sat on the floor, facing a corner with a guitar on my lap, a notebook infront of me and a pencil between my teeth.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Put you pencils down! Time is up!"

"Fuck!" I shouted, throwing my pencil to the ground, making it bounce back and hit me in the forehead. "Just a few more minutes! I'm not down yet!" I shouted to Jimmy, who was lounging on the couch with his feet up, looking as relaxed as ever, a smirk plastered to his face.

"Sorry, Babe, times up, the rules are the rules, I don't make them." He said smuggly, causing me to throw my pencil at his head, hitting him square between the eyes. Suddenly, I couldn't control myself anymore as I burst out laughing, rolling on the floor.

Forty- five minutes earlier, we had been sitting on the couch, seeing how far apart we could be and still get the grape in his mouth, when we got bored. JImmy had decided that we know nothing about each other, so he proposed a challenge and how could I say no to a challenge? The challenge was to see who could write the best song in half an hour with guitar accompaniment. The catch was that the song had to be all about us, what we liked and what not. It seems easy enough, right? WRONG! It's bloody difficult.

"Fine, you go first then! if you seem so relaxed and under control, you get to go first!" I shouted at him, picking up my guitar and note pad, sitting across from him on the couch. He immediately took the guitar from me and started to strum softly, though it soon became erratic and didn't seem to make any sense. I suppose it suited his personality...

His song had to be the funniest thing I had ever heard, I couldn't contain myself as he started to sing about absinthe and stallion ducks. It just made no sense. When he finished he song dramatically, I couldn't help but applaud.

"Let's see if you can beat that!" He shouted, thrusting the guitar back to me. I started strumming, quickly getting into it.

I-I'm good at wasting time,
I think lyrics need to rhyme,
And you're not asking,
But I'm trying grow a mustache.

I eat cheese,
But only on pizza, please,
And sometimes on a homemade quesadilla
Otherwise it smells like feet to me.

And I, I really like it
When the moon looks like a toenail
And I love you when you say my na-a-ame.

So, If you wanna know, here it goes, gonna tell you there's.

A part of me that shows,
If we're close gonna let you see,
Everything
But remember that you asked for it.

I'm trying to do my best, to impress
But its easier to let you
Take a guess at the rest
But you wanna hear what lives in my brain,
and my heart,
Well you asked for it.

For your perusing,
At times confusing,
Slightly amusing,
Introducing Me.

do-do do-do-do-do-do
do-do do-do-do-do-do
la-da-da-da la-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

I never trust a dog to watch my food
And I like to use the word "dude" as a noun or an adverb or an adjective
And I, I've never really been into cars
I like really cool guitars and superheros
And checks with lots of zeros on them
I love the sound of violins and making someone smi-i-ile

If you wanna know, here it goes, gonna tell you this.
A part of me that shows,
If we're close gonna let you see,
Everything
But remember that you asked for it.

I'm trying to do my best to impress
But it's easier to let you
Take a guess at the rest
But you wanna hear what lives in my brain,
My heart,
Well you asked for it.

For your perusing,
At times confusing,
Possibly amusing,
Introducing Me.

Well, you probably know more than you ever wanted to
So be careful when you ask next ti-i-i-ime.

So, if you wanna know, here it goes, gonna tell you this.
A part of me that shows,
If we're close gonna let you see,
Everything
But remember that you asked for it.

I'm trying do my best to impress
But its easier to let you
Take a guess at the rest
But you wanna hear what lives in my brain,
My heart,
Well you asked for it.

For your perusing,
At times confusing,
Hopefully amusing,
Introducing Me.

do-do do-do-do-do-do
do-do do-do-do-do-do

Introducing me.

"Okay, Okay, you win!"

"See! Now who's the master!" I said triumphantly, dancing my victory dance.

"Well, I believe that would be me." A cold, bone chilling, gruff voice said from behind me. At the sound of his voice, my blood ran cold, my heart stopped beating and I straightened up. I suddenly had the urge to vomit, but if I threw up on this shoes again, I don't think he would be as nice about it this time.

"Turn around to face me." There wasn't a doubt in my mind that if I didn't obey, I would get the shit beat out of me, though that was probably going to happen anyways. I spun on my heel quickly and stood infront of him. He walked around me like a predator circling his prey, he was looking for something, I just didn't know what...

"Did you fuck her?" He asked skeptically, looking at me from behind, I could feel his eyes burning holes into the back of my head.

"No, of course not." Disgust laced in his words. I know he was saying it like that to convince him that he didn't, but my heart still sank as i heard it.

"I don't know if I believe you, you two seemed pretty close when I walked in."

"Bro, I'll tell you what I told Brian on her first day. I dn't like to fuck bags on bones, its disgusting." His words cut like barbed wire into my skin, a lump quickly rising in my throat. I had to blink back the tears that threatened to fall. Shadows walked back around to my front and lifted my shirt up, over my hipbones to inspect the irritated skin where my tattoo once was. Though it had gotten a lot better in the last few days, it was still rather sore, like a fresh cut.

"Did you drop ten fucking pounds in the last three days? That's gross. Have you been feeding her?" He asked skeptically.

"Of course I've been feeding her." He said in an offended tone, one that said asked if he even had to be asked that question. "Every morning, lunch and dinner, then she would excuse herself to go brush her teeth. She has some weird clean teeth obsession." Jimmy said it like it was the most normal thing in the world, and to me, it was.

"To brush her teeth, eh?" He asked him, then turning to me. "Clean teeth obsession?"

"Y- yeah, I l- like clean tee- teeth." I had a nervous habit of stuttering when I lied, and i think he was catching on...

"Well have you eaten lunch yet?" He asked me, raising an eyebrow. I merely looked at the ground, I wanted to say yes, but Jimmy would quickly contradict me. "Well?"

"N- no, sir."

"Well then I'll make you some food. How about a nice big bowl of pasta, with some bread. Does that sound good to you?"

"Yes." I muttered quickly, almost too quickly.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"You know, I like the sound of that, it has a certain ring to it. From now on you'll address me as Sir or Master, nothing else. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

HALF AN HOUR LATER

I sat at the kitchen table, a steaming plate of pasta infront of me, with Shadows watching intensly.

"Well?" I knew I couldn't delay the inevitable. I dipped my fork into the bowl and pulled out two pieces of pasta. I stared at them disbelieving, before shoving them into my mouth. Flavour burst into my mouth, it tasted amazing. I didn't notice just how hungry I was. Soon enough I had finished the pasta and was feasting on a roll. Shadows just sat by, smirking at me. "Good?" Upon hearing his voice I was brought back to reality and guilt crashed into my. I gently placed the roll back into the basket and sat there quitely. "Finished? You seemed pretty hungry there."

"I was. May I please be excused."

"Where are you going to go?" He asked me.

"I need to use the bathroom, sir."

"Oh, then you won't mind if I tag along?" He asked me, playing the clueless role, though I knew he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Well, I'd rather you didn't" I said to the table.

"Well we'll just have to sit here then." He said.

After a few minuted I could practically feel my stomach expanding, I had to untie the waist band of the sweatpants I was wearing for fear that it would burst open from the sudden expansion. As time flew by I started to feel more and more anxious, more and more guilty that I hadn't gotten rid of these fatty foods, more and more nausious.

"Please." I whispered to him, desperate.

"Fine, go." He said, smirking at me. As I stood up from my chair quickly and tried to calmly walk to the bathroom, he followed closely. When I got to the bathroom, I ran on the tap, and the shower, hoping to drown out the enevitable sound, hoping to sound like I was brushing my teeth.

When I had gotten rid of everything, I stood up, waited a few minutes, washed my mouth out with water and exited the bathroom.

"Brushing your teeth, eh? You can't trick me bitch. You know, I had something made, special for you, just since we've been home, I haven't had the chance to test it out yet, but I think you're going to like it." He said, dragging my along behind him. There were so many hallways in this house that I didn't even know where we were going. "Since you're so obssessed about your appearance, how about you spend some time in here." he said, stopping infront of a door that looked like it led to a closet. He quickly opened the door and shoved me in, before I could even protest.

At first, everything was dark, pitch black. Even though I couldn't see anything, I could tell that it used to be a broom closet, no denying that. I reached both arms out and I could feel the walls on either side of me. I didn't know what they were covered in, but it was cool and smooth. All at once, there was a sudden burst of light and I was met with a million images of me.

Each wall was covered in a variety of mirrors, all different shapes and sizes. No matter where I turned, I could not get away from my disturbing image. I shook the door handle, nothing, locked. I tried to kick it down, but all that did was leave me tired and sore. I couldn't look anywhere without seeing me, the effect was disturbing.

Suddenly, I let out this ear- piercing, blood curdling scream. It sounded primative, anamilistic. It didn't sound like it came from me, but I couldn't stop myself as I continued to scream and scream and scream. Somewhere outside I could hear the deep chuckling of Shadows, this merely prompted me to scream even more.