The Rules to Redemption

Chapter 10: Dreams and Darkness

I had to like put my phone down and take a few deep breaths while writing this chapter lmfao.

No SMUT yet.
Don't worry, when it comes I won't disappoint.

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His forearm pressed harshly against my throat as his other hand was pushed flat against the wall preventing my escape.
His eyes were not threatening but they were threatened. God he looked so furious.

"What is this?" I mutter aggressively.

"It's an amusement park love. What the fuck does it look like?" He sarcastically retaliates.

I felt the buzzing of the phone stop initiating to me that someone on the other side was listening. Maybe my luck wasn't so bad after all?

"What are you doing here?" I question clear enough for them to hear.
He walks backwards releasing me slightly.

He chuckles under his breath before taking a few steps closer towards me. His finger drives down my arm and to my hand where he harshly removes the phone from my grip.
I gulp as the fear builds up in my stomach.
"How stupid do you think I am? You think I don't have stupid whores like yourself trying to throw me under the bus all the time?"
My eyes were pierced onto his oblivious as to what I should say.

He looks at the screen and his breathing increases as he notices 911 plastered across it. Ending the call in an instant he places my phone in his back pocket yet when his hand returns it isn't empty. The phone was replaced with something else.
A knife.

You brought this on yourself Tallia.
It would have been ok to just mind your business but NO you wanted to be a creepy bitch and wander the psychopaths house.
I'm dealing with the consequences bitch. Don't remind me.

I back up against the wall but with every step I decline, his ones grow closer.
"What? Are you afraid?" He whispers into my ear.

"No." I sternly reply back.
He won't know my weakness. I won't show him it.

"There's no police to help you Tallia." He mutters softly drawing the tip of the knife up my arm. I shivered as the cold metal made contact with my skin.
"I could kill you now and no one will know."

Please do it. End my misery motherfucker.

My nerves shook as the knife was brought to my throat, he was amused.
His other hand brushed the unleashed hairs out of my face and behind my ear.
His touch burned my skin, more than any knife could.
"What were you doing down here?" He demands.

"I was going on a midnight stroll, what does it look like?" I roll my eyes with this profound confidence.

The knife digs harder into me.
"Don't be smart, my grip might just slip."

"Then maybe you should learn how to grip a knife better." I sarcastically smile.
Do you want to die Tallia?
Are you fond of DEATH?!

"Yeah, I should." His hand folds over my wrist as I am pulled forward and turned around, my stomach now on the wall.
He grips my hair pulling my head back as the knife is once again dragged across my throat.
"I swear to god I'll fucking kill you if you don't start talking."

"I was looking for you." I mutter suddenly fearful.

His knee pinned my legs to the wall, if I were to fall back then it would be on him. I could smell his sweet cologne, it was almost addicting. Our proximity tormented me. Despite all, I wasn't afraid.

I couldn't say anything more, I jumped as I felt myself grow weaker. I had realised that he had injected me with something and I knew I would be out within seconds.
"You're such a whore."