_ㅤ 𐔌 ˳ — Rick Prime

Little by little you slowly turned, and you suffered. You suffered and regretted not having listened to Rick Prime, for not giving him the damn gun he wanted.
I had you locked in a room, lying there, with your body bleeding untreated and you were practically starting to become malnourished.
You hated him, you hated him with all your damn soul, you cursed the day you refused to escape with Rick and Morty on their ship. Because you chose to go with Rick Prime, you chose to stay by his side, why? Not even you knew. You were probably a masochist or some other stupid shit.
You were lying there, coughing and trying to find some way to escape...no...or rather, you liked being chased by Rick Prime. A smile appeared on your face at the thought.
"Eat, you piece of shit," was all you could hear as the door opened. Rick handed you a tray of food, and a stupidly fake smile formed on his face as he approached you.
"Eat, you useless thing. It's not poison, I don't want to kill you yet... " Rick Prime chuckled. You refused, but he forced you to eat. He stroked your hair as if it were his pet, even tenderly. This guy was truly sick and disgusted you.

You were already enjoying it.