You Won't Feel A Thing - (The Script Fanfic)

Chapter 39

My eyes eventually opened, only to be welcomed by a darkness caused by the blindfold. It was suffocating, my breathing restricted as it hitched in my throat every time I tried to breathe. The thundering in my skull kept me disorientated. The cable ties used on my wrists were cutting into my skin, my wrists bleeding from the sharp plastic edges. The cut down my face began to itch, hopefully a sign that it was beginning to heal. I tried to shift my body weight, my legs getting cramped up from being in the same position for god knows how long. Instead, my legs managed to stretch slightly before they met with what I assumed was another person's pair of legs. Chantel? I lurched forward, forgetting about the restraints and just hoping to see her okay. I discovered then that something was holding my waist in place, so I barely moved, no matter my motivation. "Chantel?" My voice was a choked whisper, my voice hardly mine as it was laced with the after-effects of a forced sleep. It could be Danny. God knows what happened to him. "Dan?"

Without warning, the blindfold was removed and the strength of the light caused me to squint. In front of me was Chantel, her head resting against her shoulder with her eyes closed. I assume she didn't choose to sleep of her own accord. Dylan moved into my view. His lips were twisted into a horrific smile.

"Hello, sweetheart." He brushed the back of his index finger down my cheek, dragging it in such a way that made my skin crawl.

"Get off me." I growled. Well, it was hardly a growl. It was more a kitten's miaow.

He kept his finger in place, making my skin itch. "Well. Somebody is a bit touchy today." He removed his finger, pulling a knife out from his belt. The tip came to rest under my chin, pushing my head up so that my eyes met his. "It's a shame really. I had so much more planned." He pushed the tip slightly, breaking the skin. I gasped, not wanting to but automatically responding nevertheless. The break was only shallow, but blood slowly spilled from the cut. I tried to pull away from the knife; an act of defiance. Dylan grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling it back so that my neck was exposed enough for his liking.

"Please don't." I groaned, trying to keep the tears from plaguing my voice. "Please." I hated how the words had left my lips, dripping with desperation and hopelessness. Since when was any heroine found pleading for her life? She'd go down, probably with some kick ass remark, but she'd be fighting. This was not fighting, yet I couldn't unearth the courage to uphold the expectations of a heroine because the knife being held to my throat was acting as a magnet, all my energy being taken into the cool metal.

"I like it when you beg." His voice purred. He moved his lips closer to my ear, his hot breath causing unpleasant shivers to run down my spine. "Do it again." He whispered, making the taunt sound like an innocent request.

I remained silent, much to his distate. He pulled his head away, connecting the hilt of the knife to the side of my face with a harsh force. I yelped at the pain burning across my cheekbone. He grabbed my face with his hand and pushed my head back, making me smack it off of the edge of whatever pole I was attached to. Things went dark for what seemed like forever.

Tunnels of light began to pierce through the massing darkness. My eyes finally opened again, the split in the back of my head allowing blood to trickle down the back of my neck in hot waves. My breathing was heavy, my heart beating in my throat as it wished to break free from my body. "Stop." I groaned, trying to block out the pain but failing largely.

He smirked. He actually smirked. His hand rested at the back of my head, slipping up to the cut and pushing down on it. A sickly wave of disorientation consumed me, making everything in my vision swirl. I felt myself gagging, hoping that would remove the pain in some form or another. He removed his hand, bringing it to his view to look at the blood. His smirk widened, revealing teeth. "This would really improve the colour of the carpet."