A Babysitter's Nightmare

Chapter 19

(Andrea
)

I awoke in a dark, cold room the had a strong musty smell, in a chair. I could see nothing, even after my eyes adjusted to the lack of lighting it was pitch black. The sound of water dripping to the floor filled the room and a strong gust of freezing air blew all over my body sending a bone-chilling feeling up my spine and I tried to move but I couldn't.

I tried to bring my hands to the front of me but they had been tied, taut, behind my back. Everytime I tried my best to break free, the rope burrowed deeper into my wrist, a painful burning sensation evolved excruciatingly. Then, I tried to get up and stand but my legs had been chained to the legs of the chair; my legs were open.

I tried my best to remember what happened, my mind just filled with gun shot sounds and screaming so loud that I thought it was in the room, my wrist throbbing painfully. I couldn't concentrate and I had a headache so I opened my eyes to see nothing once again but hot air being blown on my face.

My heart raced as I turned my face, trying to look around but I knew someone was in front of me because my cheek brushed against what felt like a cold, sweaty nose. It was silent until a hearty, evil and menacing laugh boomed throughout the room, ricocheting off the walls of which I couldn't visualize.

"You thought you were safe?" A deep manly voice whispered accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

"W-why am I here? How did I get he-" A palm harshly strikes my cheek, the chair falling over and I was on my left side, my shoulder stabilizing my weight as well as the back of the chair. Popping joints signaled that the person was at least in the squatting position. Eerily, I felt his gaze burrow deep into my eyes but still I could not see him.

"Bitch, I ask the fucking questions here!" He yelled, his foot placed on my cheek as he stomped on my jaw, luckily it hadn't broken. But somehow, his voice seems familiar.

"Chr-Chresanto?" I asked out of the blue, not wanting it to be true.

"Miss me much, babe?" He said, confirming his identity. I didn't even have to see him to know he was smiling.
Why am I here!? How did I get here?" I screamed, trying to get out of the chair but it just made the pain to my wrist and ankles more unbearable. He helped me up, the chair on all fours again.

"Shhh. Calm down, baby, you just got here. Wanna play a game with daddy?" He asked, getting into my face.

"No! Absolutely not. I don't want to play any of your sick twisted games, Chres. You are not my daddy, that title never belonged to you. Tell me where I am!" I spat in his face.

"You're so mean, what happened to love?" He whipped his face with his shirt.

"What are you talking about?" I asked wishing I hadn't.

"Don't act brand new, Drea. You know me. And I..." He trailed, sliding his hand in between my thighs. "Definitely know you." I flinched uncomfortably, there was nothing I could do.

"Its old, Chres. I'm not that person any more. I'll never go back to that life again for anything." I said as he removed his hand, licking his fingers. My stomach twisted is sickly disgust.

"Oh, are you sure. Gee, I really hoped that it wouldn't have to come to this. Such. A. Shame. Recognize this?" He said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bear chain necklace that looked familiar; it was Craig's.

"What?! How and why do you have that? Where is Craig?" I said, my heart pummeling hard.

"How about I show you." Chresanto smirked, clapping his hands as two masked figures with white sheet covering their faces, white hoodies, white sweatpants and white Jordans, wheeled in a television on a cart.

Chresanto popped a black tape into the VCR and the room illuminated lightly as the screen displayed him seemingly adjusting a camera. When he finally got out of the way, behind him was a person, looking male-like, with a black silk bag over his face.

"Well, well, well. Mmm, Mmm, mm." Chres walked around the hidden individual. "Anything you wanna say, Craig!?" He said, ripping the bag off the males head and it was Craig.

His left eye was swollen shut, nose was bleeding, and lip was busted along with gashes and scars on his cheeks. His shirt had been removed revealing slices, cuts and burns on his chest. I could feel his pain, I can't watch. As soon as I closed my eyes, they were forced open by one of the masked men.

"Nah, bitch, you asked a question. Finna receive the full answer." Chresanto said laughing heavily as I was forced to watch this terrible scene.

"Hello, hello? Craig? Any last words?" On the video, I could hear Chresanto but I only saw Craig then Chresanto came back into the scene with an ax. Tears rushed down my face, soothing the burn from air drying my eyes.

"No? Aight. Good night, forever." Chresanto shrugged picking up the ax.

Swinging it into Craig's chest, blood was gashing everywhere as his body fell to the floor. Once he hit the floor, Chres went at his back ten times with the ax then knelt down to his body as five masked men came in. They all sent a plunder punches, kicks and stabs with various objects to his body. Then, the screen went black as my eyes were released and the men took the cart out of the room as it got pitch black once again.

"Hahahahaha. Whoooo! That was the best fun I ever had, won't be seeing him anymore. So wassup, mami?" Chres asked, running his hands inside my shirt. I was crying too much to care. He killed Craig.

"Leave me alone and go fuck yourself!" I screamed, aggravated.

"Nah, I got something- no someone better, bae." He responded, kissing my neck but I jerked away and he stopped. Moments later, a small portion of the room was lit by a candle.

"What more do you want?!" I asked, cries overpowering words.

"Baby, its all okay. To tell you the truth, I just want you like the first time. Now, right now. I'll even untie you but if you try to escape, I'll make sure you can't move, walk, talk or eat. Just let daddy hold you and that ass." He said unlocking chains and untying ropes, releasing me. I didn't run and I felt stupid but a part of me says to stay. But why?