The Neighbor

10.

I woke up to cold water being poured on me. I took big breaths and tried to compose myself, I was shivering. Nick walked over to a table, his body was covering my view of it.

"So Rider, want to confess something?"

He turned around with a hammer and a nail in his hands. "I-I um, I don't know what I would confess. Did I do something wrong?" He sighed loudly and started to walk over to me. "Hey... Nick what are you planning on doing with that?"

"Who gave you permission to talk?"

I shut my mouth and shook my head. He placed the nail on my left hand and aimed the hammer. He's going to do it. He raised the hammer up and I looked away thinking that would somehow help me. I was shaking violently as a tear went down my face.

*Crack* the nail went through my hand, I screamed and cried. I think it was more painful than the first cut he gave me on my arm. Then another wave of pain washed over me when he hit it a second time making it go into the wooden arm of the chair. I screamed in agony. "Please.. stop." I whispered under my breathe. He kneeled down to look at my face. I couldn't stop crying from the pain, my vision was blurred.

"Your eyes are even prettier when you cry, they look even more blue than before."

I closed my eyes just to not give him the satisfaction, I don't think he liked that since I felt something cold under my chin. I opened my eyes again and saw him standing up pressing the hammer against my chin.

"Maybe I should put a nail in one of those eyes, it's not like you want to show them anyways." I shook my head. "You don't want me to, but I promise I will make them look just as beautiful in a jar."

A smile started to creep on his face. "I-I'm sorry... please don't".

"What are you sorry for? Do you have something you want to tell me? Did you..." he leaned next to my ear. "...see something?"

I just sat there wondering if I should answer, if I said yes then would he kill me for it, if I said no would he know that I'm lying and take my eyes out.

"*sigh* You know I thought you'd be more honest with me, but if you prefer to constantly lie to me, well then I just won't have a choice."

He starts to walk behind me to an area I can't see. I heard him pick up something heavy off of another table behind me. Then I heard his footsteps becoming louder the closer he got to me. He stops behind me, grabs my hair and yanks my head back so that I can see him.

*vrrr* *vrrr* He had a drill in his other hand as he slowly pressed it against my temple, my breathing quickened.

"So are you gong to tell me now?"

He started to tease me with the sound of the drill, I couldn't help but cry a little as I feared for the worst. He then moved the tip of the drill in front of my right eye. *vrrrrr*.

"OKAY! Okay please just stop... I did see something, I saw a girl in a bag when I was hiding in your closet. I'm sorry I went in there, I can just forget that I saw it... just please don't kill me." I closed my eyes shut causing a tear to roll down my cheek. Then I felt his hand on my cheek which made me flinch. He wiped the tear away.

"shshshh... it's okay. I'm not going to kill you, do you know why?"

I opened my eyes and to my surprise he didn't have that smile on his face.

"It's because you were honest with me, you see how this works."

I nodded my head. He let go of my hair and started to pet me like a dog.

"Now, how about we go back upstairs and take care of your hand. Oh and if you want you can take a shower."

Are you serious right now, a minute ago he was about to gouge my eye out and now he's trying to act kind or something. But that doesn't matter, what matters is me getting out of this basement, so I nodded.

"Wonderful, I'll go make you some food too."

He untied me but the problem was that the nail was still in my hand in the chair. How are we getting that out?

"Oh that's right I forgot, that's a problem isn't it? We'll just have to pry it out like any other nail, it might sting just a bit."

He grabs the hammer and uses the claw to get a hold of the nail. Then he slowly pulls it out, it was a strange and painful feeling. I clenched my teeth and looked away hoping that the pain would end soon. I groaned and took in deep breathes until finally it was completely out.

"See, that wasn't so bad was it."

I couldn't help but glare at the floor after that comment. How would he know, he's probably never felt pain in his life and now he's torturing me. Then out of nowhere he slapped me.

"That look doesn't suit your eyes Rider. Maybe I should tie you bac-."

"N-no... no don't, I'll stop, I promise." He kneeled down again and I continued to look at the floor.

"Look at me..." I really didn't want to. "I SAID LOOK AT ME!"

He grabbed my hand and pressed down on my wound. It was painful to say the least and I couldn't help but let out a yelp as I looked at him and reached for his arm to try and take it off.

"I don't like this new found attitude of yours Rider, you disobeyed me, interrupted me, and now you're touching me."

I looked at him with pleading eyes as he stared back with his cold, dark ones. I looked down at my hand then let go of his arm. He loosened his grip and my body felt relieved.

"You're lucky I'm such a forgiving person, because if I wasn't... you'd be dead by now. You got that?"

"Y-yes... look I'm sorry. I promise that I'll never glare at you, I'll never lie to you, I'll listen to you, okay. I swear I will just... please let go of my hand, it hurts."

"Oh it hurts? Does it hurt when I do this?"

He pressed his thumb down on my wound. I could barley breathe and let out a soft "yes... yes it does".

"How about when I do this?"

He grabs one of my fingers and pulls it back to the point where I was surprised it hadn't broke yet. "YES! YES! It hurts, it really does, please stop. I'm sorry I learned my lesson." He then let go and before I could react he walked over to the table, grabbed a syringe, and shoved it into my neck. I slowly closed my eyes.
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Okay that was a lot. Now I really feel bad, he definitely doesn't deserve this. But it's okay, don't worry, he'll get taken care of by our psychotic kidnapper and torturer.