Intern {Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction}

49) ...scars.

"You little cunt." He growled, stepping forward. "I thought you were enjoying it."

"Enjoying it? You must be out of your fucking mind." I replied, throwing the empty gun at his knee. He easily dodged it and advanced on me. "I was only doing what I needed to survive. I hate you, but I want to live."

"I told you to beg for your life if you wanted to be let go."

"That was a lie." I countered, looking for any way out. "Even if I begged, you'd never let me go. You'd keep me here, until my dying breath."

"You are a smart one." He grinned, taking a few steps. My body was growing weaker, blood loss was starting to set it. When I looked beneath me I could see the streaks of blood marking where I had dragged myself on the floor.

Randy crouched down in front of me, his eyes looking me over, before he gave a true laugh. I had heard his laughs before. All of them were cold and dry. That one was real. It had a real sense of mirth behind it.

He rolled his eyes and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and setting it on his lips. The lips he'd kissed me with. Where had those lips been? He smirked, and blew a puff of smoke in my direction.

"You're lucky you're cute...and I needed to do that." He said, barely above a whisper.

"What are you talking about?!" I snorted. Randy looked me over again, his eyes flickering with malice like before.

"You saw Mike's face, didn't you?" He whispered again. "That's why I did it. It'll be easier to get rid of him."

"How?" I croaked, looking over at my companion. His blue eyes were still empty and cast downward at the floor.

"Why should I tell you?" He asked, taking another drag of his cigarette.

He was right. Why should he tell me what he was going to do to Mike? I could prevent his plan if he did. I knew why he should tell me.

"He's mine. That's why you should tell me." I said. "He belongs to me."

"So you two are together?" He said, voice piquing with interest. "How long?"

"I'm not telling you."

"You should. He won't belong to anyone if you don't."

"I WON'T!" I screamed, causing him to back up. He tossed his cigarette to the side, balling his hands into fists. "I WON'T TELL YOU! HE'S MINE! HE'S MINE! HE'S MI—"

He used all of his strength into his slap. I toppled to the floor with my cheek burning. He crawled on top of me again. I thought he was going to finish what he started, but he didn't.

His large hands gripped at my throat, squeezing harder than I thought he'd be able to. I thrashed and kicked but to no avail.

He was strangling me.

Why? Why is he doing this to me? He told me he loves to mess with people's emotions...is that what he was doing?

He's gonna kill me this time. I know it.

A strangled cry escaped my throat. It sounded like an animal mewling in distress; I guess that's what I was.

I tried to aim a blow at his head but he put more weight into my neck. I tried to pry away his fingers, but he bashed my head into the tile repeatedly. Each blow made me black out for a second, easing the pain.

"I told you." He growled demonically, fingernails digging into my neck flesh. "I told you to tell me."

I continued to fight, but it was a fruitless task. I knew I was done for.