Clasping my hand around my mouth, I try my best to suppress my breathing.
"Y/nnnnnnnn." I heard her sicking voice call out through the corridor, the sound of her knife dragging against the wall following right after.
"Come outttttttt, I wanna playy." Natasha laughs. "Oh my god." I whisper to myself as a single tear runs down my face.
Slowly peeking around the corner, I was faced with nothing...even though she was just right there.
Hearing a stifled laugh in my ear, I swallow thickly. Slowly turning my head, I was met with her psychotic grin.
"Boo." Then suddenly it was black.
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opening my eyes, I check out my surroundings, it was just a plain white room.
I go to move, but stopped immediately when I felt cold metal on my wrist. Hand cuffs.
Okay, okay. This is cool, it's alright. I'm just dreaming.
"Oh, you're awake." I look around to try and find where her voice was coming from, but to my dismay, I couldn't find her.
Huffing to myself I just turned my head back forward because I knew she was probably in front of me again.
And there she was, standing in front of me, knife in hand, sadistic smile on her face.
"Hi," She breaths heavily and I just stare at her.
"The hell is wrong with you Nat?" I ask tiredly "What's wrong with you? Y/n?" She retorts, inching closer with her knife, resting the blade on my cheek.
"You're pretty when you're smiling." She puts the knife on the corner of my lips and drags it to about the middle of my left cheek, before doing the same to my right. "So smile, okay." She gives me a thumbs up with her now bloody thumb.
She must've slipped me something because I didn't know she was really cutting me until I saw the blood.
"Do you taste it?" She ask with a laugh "Taste...taste what?"
"The Novocain, silly."
Then I was pure darkness again.
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