Burn (Finished! Working on sequel!)

A big change: Ages 23 - 25

He approached me slowly, which made it even more scary. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up with every breath taken in this room. It seemed as if time froze itself, because it was just too quiet.

He then loomed over me, taking my hands and feet. He unbound them, lifting my up. I looked down at the floor, at least two feet off the ground. I let out a small unintended squeal. My eyes widened, biting my lip because I then knew that was a bad idea.

He threw me onto the musty bed, quite limp. "Ungh!" I bounced onto it, almost falling off. "I would suggest you don't scream." The gruff voice said. He grabbed me, putting me into an uncomfortable position on the bed. I inhaled sharply, noticing what was going on. Shit! I gotta get out of here, now! My arms and legs wouldn't move, no matter how much I willed them to.

I could feel the sheets become damp with my tears, along with my cheeks.

My feet and hands suddenly became oddly close again. The bungee cords. I inhaled sharply, trying to keep my cool so he wouldn't be able to scare me any more then he already was.

"My, my, Emerson...You really have grown from that small helpless little girl that I chased down the street now, have you?" My eyes shot open and my mind went on auto pilot and I let out a small scream. "I...I thought you were dead...!" I shouted out. "Oh, no. Killing me? Now, that's nothing an explosion could do." I could feel his hands brushing up my back, making it to my shoulders. He slowly raised me up, taking off my shirt, then my pants.

"Please, don't!" I cried out. The man looked at me solemnly. "Emerson...You really haven't changed one bit. Still that scared little girl with nothing left... nothing to hold onto and nothing to do with your life, am I right?" I shook my head.

"You really are an asshole, and there's nothing else to describe you, other then a monster who spends all his worthless life on scaring little girls and then hunting them down for rape!" I screamed those words out so angrily, the man stopped. He got up. "You know what, Emerson? If you prove to me just how strong you are, I'll consider not raping you at this moment and time."

What was that supposed to mean?! My mind was flooding with questions and I became very frantic. Outside I tried to stay as calm as possible, but it was hard. I swallowed, hard. "F-fine, just tell me what I need to do." I said a lot more with misery and anguish than intended.

He ran his fingers up my body. "You really are sick." I spat at him, but thankfully missed. He raised his eyebrows. "You know," He chuckled. "You do amuse me when you're angry." My face got red and hot and I scrunched up my nose. "Hmph." I turned my head away, starting to relax a bit.

"Now, Emerson. You know the only way out of this is to fight me one-on one." I gulped. "Son of a Bitch, that's not fair." I grumbled under my breath. "I'll go easy on you, shall we? Now. If I win, you have to live here as my bitch, and if you win," He chuckled.

"Well, then I'll let you go, not that you have anywhere to go to." He grinned, getting into a fighting stance. Orthodox stance? That means his weaker side is in front, so it favors the stronger side, so- He let out a punch, but since he was so big and burly, that made him slower, so I had an advantage. I crawled though his legs, jumping onto his back. He stumbled against the wall, regaining his balance. I started to choke him, but it didn't seem to do anything.

He fell onto the bed, me under him. Me spine cracked and I yelped out in pain. He quickly grabbed me, twisting my arms around my back. "Give up yet?" He grinned. I shot him a pissed look. "Never." I kicked him back, standing. "I'm not giving up now, you bastard!" I wiped some blood from my face, glaring at him. "Hmph, you really are a stubborn girl," The man spoke roughly.

He lunged for me, grabbing my feet. He lifted me into the air, swinging me back. "Never." He threw me against the bed post, lifting me up. "Ever." He threw me down again. I could feel my insides burning like I was about to vomit them up. "Question my." He threw me down harder, causing me to let out a screech before he lifted me up again. "Skills, you bitch!" He threw me down onto the wooden floor and I went flying.

My face slid across the wood and onto the cold tile into the kitchen. I could feel all the splinters in my jaw, and my body was on fire. The man walked up to me, putting his foot on the side of my cheek. He put about half his weight onto me and groaned in pain.

"I'm surprised you're still alive, Emerson. You do seem the girl to be able to endure pain, yes?" I ignored the question and tried focusing on something other then the pain I was in. I lay perfectly still, holding my breath. Maybe if I lay still, not breathing nor moving, he'll think I'm dead! I thought, trying to concentrate.

It didn't work. "Emerson...Stop trying to play with me, darling. We all know you're faking your death." Even though I was bleeding out from my arm, he still didn't care, did he. He grabbed me, and the searing pain rushed through my body, I started to twitch uncontrollably, and the man lay me on the bed. The twitching stopped. He, again placed me in that uncomfortable position. "Emerson...Hun, you failed me. You knows what this means." He had a hint of laughter in his voice. "You think this is funny?" I said weakly.

He nodded. "I do, and now, it's your time to get my end of the deal." He laughed into my ear, and just like that,

It was over.