Sequels Suck

Chapter 14

(Warning: Sexual scene with dark themes)

You went to run again just for Stu to jerk you back towards him, his arm tight over you. 

"Hey, where ya going? We just wanted to tell ya we liked the performance...Ya got talent, YN… " His gaze went down to your chest. "Look out Jamie; there's a new Scream Queen in town...Nice set of lungs too..." He smirked with a wag of his brows. Pressing upward under your ribcage to push up your cleavage through the dress.

Billy had a hunting knife in hand, pointing right at your collarbone. Pressing the sharp tip into your skin just enough to make you wince. He tilted his head with a crazy grin. "I can see it now...You being the most brutally mutilated victim in the potential Stab 2 Movie. The goriest death scene in the entire franchise. Coming next Fall to a theater near you." 

Stu laughed. "Hell yeah! The audience will love you, baby!" He lowered his head to whisper in your ear. "I told you and Sid we'd plan the next Sequel. Too bad you couldn't help us plan it, traitor." 

You were silent. Trembling in Stu's grasp as you tried to suppress the urge to scream or cry or beg. Billy stared deeply into your eyes. His gaze still as dark and intimidating as you remembered. That crazed look in his eyes that made you shudder. You swallowed, tears still running down your face as you sucked in a sob. 

Billy got closer to you, mere inches from your face. "Got any last minute begging you wanna do?" 

You looked at him. Memories in your mind of watching horror movies or driving in his Camaro or even how the sunsets reflected off his dark eyes when you both had your talks together.... It hurt you that he didn't think of those memories the way you did. All he could think of was you not letting him get his way. You had nothing to apologize for and you'd rather die saying your peace than to die begging for mercy.

"...N-No." You choked out.

Stu chuckled as Billy narrowed his eyes at you, pressing the knife into your skin slowly as you hissed through your teeth. It barely pricked you enough to draw out the tiniest droplet of blood. 

You glared at him with tears in your eyes, gritting your teeth. "If you're gonna kill me, then do it! Stop fucking thinking about it and get it over with." 

Stu released a bark of excited laughter. "Ha! See? I told ya she's gotten spunky in the last two years!" He jerked at you as he said it, making you wince at how tight his hold was. 

Billy huffed. "Yeah, I liked her better when she was docile and obedient...It was the smarter choice." 

You sneered at him. "I was never docile! I was scared!" 

Billy gently slid the knife up to your throat and ran it through your hair. "You're not scared now?... Is that what you're trying to lie about?" He made a quick flick of his wrist as you flinched. A section of your braided bun falling out in ringlets. 

You didn't answer, trembling against Stu as he chuckled. "She's totally shaking, man." 

"I-I can scream and everyone will come looking for me! I have two detectives with guns on stage! You can't get out of this-" 

"Do it -" Billy shoved the knife to your face as Stu's long fingers wrapped around your neck. "- And I'll slice your goddamned throat!...No way you could survive that. I heard the pain is unimaginable and can last up to a whole minute." 

He traced your left cheek right where you gave him the thin scar on his face with the shears in the shed. He ran his teeth over his lower lip in thought as his eyes darted to your lips and then your wide eyes. Billy leaned forward to whisper low in his throat.