Monster

Uhmm No "2x5"

I lay my head against the window, looking outside. All I saw were withering trees as the car passed by. We've been in this damned car for God knows how long. My arms ached from being behind my back. My restraints were digging into my wrists. I looked over at him, knowing he would be staring right back.

The dude had serious staring problems. Like the fuck? I looked back outside but I could still feel his eyes on me. The car came to a holt. I looked throught the windshield. I was staring up at a practical mansion. So this little fucker lives HERE? No fucking way.

He got out of the car, walking off into the mysterious house. What?! So he's just gonna leave me in here?! UGH. I did not sign up for this. Rubbish.

Another guy came in, driving off again. Are you freaking KIDDING ME. For fuck's sake! Meh.

He drove onto a dirt road beyond the house and into the woods. This is probably the end of me. Well it was knowing ya. Wait, who the hell am I talking to?! Ok, ok, I think I've had enough sugar.

He stopped the car infront of the shack looking thing. Probably the slaughter house, amazing. He strolled out, pulling the door open for me.

I stepped out, refusing to let him touch me. I was not one to mess with right now. He mumbled something as he opened the door to the Slaughter House. It stunk of alcohol. Jesus save me now.

He told me to sit at the table. I was too tired to fight back so I obliged.

He left, locking the door behind him.

Guess this wasn't a slaughter house after all. Maybe just some torture room. Even better. I sighed whilst looking around my surroundings. There were some gruesome things. All sorts of knifes, tweezers, and some shit I don't even know the name of. All of this wouldn't have happened if I ran off! If Tyler Hadn't stood me up, If I never kissed him.... Shit.

My thoughts were quickly disrupted as the old wooden door swung open.

In came Curly.

"Hello Harry" I said. I think I've watched enough action movies to know how this goes.

He didn't say a word, walking over.

I growled as he came close to me.

"Stay quiet" He hissed as he pulled at my restraint, taking it off.

The skin stung as air blew over it. I rubbed at by wrists and the creases that were created.

He took a seat opposite of me.

"You're mine now." He said, looking at me with emerald eyes.

"Uhmm No." I answered whilst I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Let's be real, Don't think I'm letting you go because I'm not. You're staying here with me." He told me, giving me a hard look.

"No, let's get real, I'm not staying in this damned place even if I'm forced to. I am not a subject, therefore I am not yours" I hissed, leaning forward over the table.

His eyes turned cold. I clenched my jaw. The heat in here was crazy. I believe this beginning of a terrible relationship.