I woke up in pain because of how I fell asleep. I looked at the clock, 8 pm.
I soon heard loud noises coming from upstairs and saw the door fly open.
It was Faust and Bacon, each was carrying one person over their shoulder.
I freaked out, as I couldn't tell if they were alive or not. I saw Dillon come down the stairs and turn on the light, hurting my eyes.
Dillon came over to me and uncuffed me from the pipe, but quickly re-cuffed me just as tightly once I was off the pipe. I shot him a confused look but he quickly lifted me over his shoulder. I had my blood rush to my head and noticed I was being taken somewhere else in the basement.
I would have tried to kick him but I wasn't that stupid, not while the other two were nearby, at least.
I didn't even have time to question what was going on as I was thrown to the ground in a new yet darker room.
My side was struck by pain as I hit the floor and Dillon spoke menacingly, "Stay put."
Dillon shut the door, locking it, as I looked to my new surroundings.
I stood up and struggled to walk for a second, as I hadn't used any of my leg muscles since I got here.
The room was darker than the other room I was in, no light entered this new room. I looked for anything I could use in the room, but the only thing I managed to find was a mattress in the corner of the room.
I sat there for a second and realized the one skill I had been taught would finally come to use. When my dad learned first learned about my stalker, he taught me how to get my hands in front of me if they were behind my back.
At first, I struggled to get my legs over my cuffed hands, but eventually, I used my petite body to my advantage and got my cuffed hands in front of me.
I quickly checked my wrists to see how raw they were and they were in a very bad condition.
I got up and explored the rest of the room, as I was all too used to the darkness, allowing me to see much better than any normal person would.
I found a light switch, well not really a light switch, more of a string that hung from a light above. I pulled on it allowing me to see my surroundings far better, it was dim but it was better than nothing.
I saw nothing else in the room and turned off the light, as it would be better for my eyes, and went over to the mattress to sit down.
I started to plan what to say to Faust as I really wanted the cuffs off.
'What deal could I make?'
'I could just let him have my blood whenever he wants it...maybe.'
'I could tell him I don't plan on running, as I wouldn't get very far anyway.'
'I could say I won't resist him.'
I moved both my hands, touching the spot on my neck and I traced it, realizing the mark was a signature smiley mark, given to all of their victims. Except mine was on my neck, visible for all to see.
Now that I think about it, other victims had the mark on their necks instead. Maybe only Faust's "favorites" got this mark, as there weren't very many that had the mark on their necks.
I tried my best to recall all the amount of victims that had the mark on their neck, 'I think it was around four.'
***
I pulled myself out of my thoughts, as I heard the door unlock. The door opened and it was Faust.
"Wrathie, please come here." Faust spoke like a child calling me over.
I sighed and got up slowly making my way to him.
He spoke sinisterly, "Hey, Wrath...how'd you get your hands in front of you?"
'Fuck' was my only thought before I was pinned to the wall by Faust
He raised his voice, "I asked you a question, so answer me!"
I answered immediately, fumbling on my words, "M-My...dad t-taught me...h-how."
I was ready to cry, as scared out of my mind, just then Faust pulled his knife out and guided me out of the room.
He brought the knife to my throat and whispered in my ear, "Try anything and I'll kill you, are we clear."
"Y-Yes." I stuttered knowing what would happen if I didn't answer him.
He kept the knife to my throat and took me to the other room.
Bacon and Dillon looked to be cleaning the room of all blood evidence.
Bacon spoke first once we entered the brighter room, "I thought you would have killed this rat by now."
Faust growled at Bacon, "Oh, shut it swine, I have my reasons."
Dillon stopped the situation from escalating, "Enough you two, I have a bigger question...how the hell did he get his arms and hands in front of him?"
"Speak." Faust commanded growling into my ear.
Faust pressed the dull side of the blade into my neck, "M-My dad...t-taught me."
Bacon spoke up, "Wow, people still teach that...impressive."
"Sit down and stay there. And don't you fucking look up." Faust demanded.
He removed the blade from my neck and I sat on the cold floor, obediently, putting my head down, not wanting to get on Faust's bad side any more than I already was.
Bacon laughed at my obedience, "Guess you trained this one, unlike the others."
"Shut it, you sussy amogus." Faust threw insults at Bacon.
Dillon muttered under his breath, but I still heard him, "Where's Paedo when I need him."
'Paedo who?' I looked up at Dillon as he brought a new name into this and I was curious.
"Did I say you could look up, Wrath?" Faust noticed quickly and used my obedience against me.
I flinched, quickly looking back down to the floor, and started to quiver.
"Oh, you actually learn the name of this one, you must have-" Bacon taunted Faust until he had enough of it, and threw Bacon to the floor.
Dillon stepped in and held Faust back from Bacon, "Enough, you two! Bacon, go upstairs if you're just going to talk smack!"
Bacon sighed and left the basement.
Dillon spoke to Faust, "Listen, man, I know your short-fused, but you need to chill. I'm gonna go get Paedo, just by the time I get back, please don't kill each other." And with that Dillon took his leave.
I played with my necklace out of anxiety and fear, as Faust and I were left alone.
Faust walked over to me and lifted my head, till we were face to face or more face to mask.
He lifted my arm, giving me a signal to stand so I did and he brought me back to my mattress and pipe.
I knew it was now or never to ask him to make a deal, I just got the slightest amount of freedom I'd ever get and he was about to take it from me.
Just as he was about to put me back on the pipe, I called his name, "Faust!"
"What is it?" He spoke harshly to me.
I looked to Faust and shouted, "I wanna make a deal!"
