For As Long As I Can Remember

Chapter 5

The door opened, making a loud sound of two metals rubbing against each other.

It screeched as the door slid open against the floor.  Instead of me seeing Keith, or Damon or anyone else familiar...it was a bearded man. Looked fearsome.

He was tall and wore a dark outfit with leather looking boots, camouflage pants, a black long sleeved shirt a coat. He evilly grinned at me, revealing his crooked teeth.  "Hello gorgeous." He said with a deep base. I was terrified to say anything. I barely even looked at him in the face. He was bald.  He squatted in front of me. I wanted to back away with the chair, but each time I'd force myself back, I feel as of I'm going to fall back.

He looked at me and I looked the other way. Then he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. I grunted. "ARRRGGGGHH Let me go!!!!"

"Oh don't worry, I'll let you go very. Very soon", he said. "So here's how it's gonna go. I'm gonna ask you questions based on you and your little pals alright. And you're to answer them. Honestly."

"And if I don't?"

"Well....that's where the fun part comes in. For me", he took out a gun from the inner pockets of his coat.

I expected him to kill me but what would be the point of killing me now. I'm already dying of hunger.
He put the gun down by my feet.

" So what, you're gonna shoot me?"

"Nahhh, that would be too easy", he said pulling out a sharp bladed knife from his pocket and settling it near the gun. He smiled as he grasped his hands together.  " Okay, how long have you been in that house?"

"Who are you?"

"I ask the questions here missy. How long have you been at their hideout". He air quoted the word 'hideout'.

"A day", I said with a low tone.  

" How many of them live there?"

"Why are you asking me this. What are you gonna do?"

He picked up the knife and abruptly repeated," How many of them, live live there?''

I sighed, "Five."
I had no idea what this guy wanted. Or why was asking me this. But a part of me told me not to give much Intel.

"Where do they live?"

"I don't know", I looked down at the floor.

He pointed the knife at me. " Where do they live!"

His voice frightened me. " I DON'T KNOW!"

He raised the up to my jawline and tilted my head in fear.

"One more time. Where do they live. Either you tell me. Or you show me."

I said nothing this time. He forced the knife into my skin and made a slit cut. Blood started to ooze out.

"Still got nothing to say?"

He continued to ask me questions. Each question I ignored or lied to, he'd cut slit on my body. By then I had  had  like twelve cuts. My leg, my arm, my waist and a few on my face.  But most of his questions were about Amber. I barely knew anything about her. So even when I told the truth by saying I don't know, he'd assume I was lying.
My face was drenched in tears. Dried up streams of tears went down from my eyes, to my chest. The blood on my skin spread onto my clothes.

I hung my head low. Losing my blood was basically draining my energy. He stood up as another man came in. Couldn't identify him. "She talking", he asked, taking off the sunglasses.

The other one sighed. " Barely. But I was right. They did kill Argo."

The guy with the sunglasses fumed up and yelled. "ARRRGGGGH."

My voice trembled. "What are you gonna do with me", I said looking down at the floor.

" You", they both chuckled. "Lemme ask you this. Do they know where you live?"

"No. I don't think so."

They both looked at each other, as if they were thinking the same thing.  One of them said, "Okay you're gonna make a little phone call for us."

"I don't have my phone."

"Well that's no problem. We'll use mine."

I swallowed as they told me what they're going to do. They threatened that if I don't do as they say, they'd sell me and I'd never see the light of day again.  _How do I keep getting myself associated with these Mafias, I thought.

"Fine", I paused and tried to flick my hair back but because of my bloody wet skin, it stuck to my face.