Tag, You're It

eight

I couldn't tell how long it went on for, but it felt like a lifetime. It started with a light slice here and there, on my cheek, or my thigh, or my arm. But it only got worse. By the time he finally stepped away I was bloody, bruised and weeping. The metal table was even more stained and vile. That merciless bastard.

When T-Bag was satisfied, he loosened the buckles from around my wrists and ankles, before turning away from me and pacing the room. He clearly thought he had damaged my spirit enough that I wouldn't try to run. Or perhaps he thought he had made me love him. He didn't look at me, just ran his blood-stained fingers through his sweat-soaked hair and muttered, "It doesn't have to be this way, Gracey. Just submit to me. We can live happily ever after."
I dared not speak. I'd rather die than give him what he wanted, but if he knew that, I'd be in trouble. I felt defeated. As he paced, I sat myself up with the remaining strength in my body, only to notice the unattended surgical blades on the table; bloodied, but razor sharp. I didn't think twice about slipping one into my possession, hiding it in my waistband. 

Before Bagwell had the chance to realise a blade was missing, I got down from the bed, my knees buckling under me the second my feet hit the floor. He turned to see me clambering to my feet and struggling with all my might to get out that door. My heart was beating out my chest; the adrenaline coursed through my veins. I no longer felt the exhaustion and agony, only the aching desire to get out this prison. The only problem, however, is that Bagwell knew this place a whole lot better than I did. 
The corridors were a maze to me, and every turn looked the same. With every new hallway, came another hallway, but never an exit. I found an unlocked janitor's closet, where I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. Standing there in the dark gave me an eerie kind of comfort, but comfort nonetheless. Anywhere away from Bagwell was where I wanted to be. He had hardly given me the chance to process my mother's murder, let alone that he now wanted me as a replacement. That sick bastard. 

I took the knife from my waistband and held it in my hand. I held it in different positions to decide which was most comfortable and effective. This was all so tiring. I wanted nothing more than to escape him, but I couldn't keep doing this chase. He always caught me. Part of me wanted to give myself up, just let him do what he wanted. But a bigger part of me wanted to see my brother again.
Once my heart rate had steadied itself, and I cleaned up as much of the wet blood as I could using some old paper towels from the cupboard, my task now was to muster up the courage to open the door and go back out there. I placed my hand on the door handle, but froze up. Fear had overtaken me and I had lost control of my body. Bagwell was out there, and I didn't want to imagine what he would do if he got his hands on me. I felt like hunted prey. After a few deep breaths and mental preparation, I was able to gingerly push the door open.
With every caution, I stepped out the closet and looked down the hall, to the direction I had come from. My heart sank at what I saw. I saw my bloody, bare footprints all up the corridor... I had left a trail. I would lead T-Bag right to me. I turned to run, only to be stopped in my tracks by T-Bag's chest. He looked down at me, tutting and licking his lips.

"Where do you think you're going? Huh?" he mocked, knowing there was no hope left in me. "This game of cat and mouse can't go on forever, Gracey."
Just as I was about to start sobbing again, he gripped me by the throat and slammed against the wall; stone and cold. "Try anything like that again and it will be the death of you..."
His grip was so tight, I could feel my face turning red and I began choking for air. There was so much aggression in his eyes, and I felt myself start to lose consciousness. He wasn't letting go.
"Sleep tight, pretty," he smirked.

A/N
Okay hi everyone :)) Firstly, oh my days thank you for 1k views, that is absolutely insane. I cannot believe that many people have read what I have to write. That's insane. Secondly, I apologise for the other huge break in my writing, but look at me go! Two chapters in one week! I know they are short, but I've already got the next one planned. I am being completely honest when I say it is all thanks to the lovely, supportive comments I receive that this story is even still going. Thank you so much for your timeless support, and I am so grateful. All my love <3