Killer, Killer, Kill Her (A Luke Hemmings Fanfic) {MAJOR EDITING}

Round One

I wasn't sure how long I fought. I only remember the pain that became too much for me. I blacked out. I remembered feeling the crack of his ribs, his nose, and a few of his fingers. I felt the snap of my own fingers as they buckled under the force of my punches. I remember Joey's scream when I finally surrendered.

My eyes opened to a bright lit room. It was all white and too clean. The light stung my eyes. I wanted to see what was happening. I wanted to sit up but, I was too weak.

"I see you've decided to wake up." A voice laughed.

Oh no. Please no. This wasn't happening. This wasn't real. I was still unconscious. I was dreaming. I had to be.

"No," I whispered.

I tried to move. But, I was restrained. My eyes had finally adjusted. I looked down at my body. My wrists were still bleeding and were hand cuffed to a metal bar. I could feel the blood seeping through the cloth that had been wrapped around them. My ankles were hand cuffed as well.

I wanted out. I didn't want this to happen. I should have known that this was going to happen. I should have seen it coming. Where was I?

"Where is she?" I asked.

"Who?" Daniel questioned.

"Don't play dumb. Joey! Where is she?"

"You shouldn't worry about her. Luke, you should worry about yourself. After all, look at where you are. You still think you can fight your way out of this one?"

He had a point. There was nowhere for me to go. I was trapped. And I was going to die. And so was Joey.

I watched him. I saw the glint in his eyes. They were full of power and bloodlust. He wanted me dead and he was about to get his way. It was inevitable. There was nothing I could do to save her. From the beginning I had wanted her. And now I was going to die. And so was she.

Daniel walked slowly towards me. He unbuckled his belt and snapped it in front of my face. He grinned sickeningly. He pulled his arm back and brought it towards me.

I screamed. The belt snapped against my flesh. The pain was too much. I could feel the metal against my flesh. It was cold and hard. The sound of my screams was like pleasure to him. He relished in it. I hated him for it. He was making me look weak. I was powerless. I was defenseless. Just like he always wanted.

You could hear the whistle of the belt through the air. You could feel the cold metal that was now drenched in blood slip across the skin. You could feel the blood seep from my body. I could practically feel the skin of my back peeling. The pain was unbelievable. White hot agony sunk its way into my bones.

The belt buckle snapped. Daniel cursed. Tears were streaming down my face. I wanted to succumb to the darkness. I was so tired. But, I knew that I couldn't.

He finally stopped once the belt broke. He had hit me with so much force that the metal piece had gone flying. The belt was made of leather and I had demolished it. And he had demolished my back. My skin. My life. Myself.

"Enjoy the show, sweetheart?" Daniel questioned.

I tried to turn towards her. I tried to reach for her. I tried to apologize.

But, the pain was blazing. My entire body was wrapped in a blanket of pain. Agony. Searing anguish enveloped me.

My mind began to cloud over. I tried to fight it. I had to hold on. I was stronger than this. My eyes began to blur.

The last thing I saw was Joey. I tried to focus on her face. I must have been sleeping. I had to have passed out.

There was no way that Josephine--Joey--Benson was crying over me.

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