Dance with the Devil - A CaptainSparklez FanFiction

Chapter Seventeen

whaaaaat?

I clenched my teeth, my jaw tightening as Landon casually tossed an arm over the back of the passenger seat I was seated in. The road slowly began to narrow out, the smooth pavement slowly becoming rough gravel and broken stone.

The rattling of the engine increased as Landon began whistling an unfamiliar tune. The car suddenly jerked to the left, omitting a small yelp from me. The bastard never used his fucking blinkers.

As I continued to glare forwards, my arms crossed over my chest, I saw Landon glance over at me, smirking.

"Aw, poor baby, lighten up, would you?" he mocked, pouting as he removed his hand from the back of the seat and placing it on my thigh. "Trust me, we'll be having a lot of fun."

His hand slowly inched up before I grasped it in lightning speed, hissing, "Touch me again and I'll rip off every finger from both of your hands."

He scoffed, putting up his hands in surrender, leaving the car moving without touching the steering wheel.

After a few minutes of silence, Landon pulled into a driveway, it leading up to a door falling off its hinges. The house ahead of us looked as though God had picked it up and thrown it back down, wood and nails scattered everywhere.

"Home, sweet home," Landon rumbled, grabbing the cigarette pack in the cup holder, plucking one out. "You want one?" he asked, pointing the package at me. I kept my expression hard, still staring ahead through the window. "Suit yourself," he said, opening the car door.

I closed my eyes, inhaling sharply as the door shut closed. I glanced down at the cup holder where the cigarettes laid, catching a glance of shiny metal. A pocketknife.

"Hey!" I heard Landon yell, my head shooting up as I saw him watching me expectantly. "Can you get out the damn car?"

I flipped him off quickly, pursing my lips together. I slyly grabbed the pocketknife, hiding it in my bra. I plucked a cigarette out of the packet, biting it in between my teeth as I pushed the door open. Might as well get comfortable.

"Hand me a light," I grumbled through the cigarette.

"See? You're already settling in nicely," he said, smirking as he handed me his lighter.

"Fuck off," I muttered under my breath, lighting my cigarette quickly and shoving it in my pocket.

Landon walked up the broken stone steps to the door, whipping it open. The immediate smell of pot and other drugs hit me, and I recoiled in disgust. "Motherfuck," I muttered, my nose scrunched and my teeth clenched.

He grabbed my wrist harshly, yanking me into the battered house. Slamming the door behind me, he grabbed my hair and threw me to the wall beside him.

As soon as my head hit the peeling paint against the hallway wall, I screamed in pain and surprise, clutching my scalp. "What the--"

He immediately lunged forward, clamping his sweaty and dirty hands around my neck. My eyes widened in shock, immediately latching onto his fingers, desperately attempting to rip them off.

"Don't think I won't watch every single thing you do to make sure you don't get away, not this time," he hissed, reaching into my shirt with his right hand and retrieving the pocketknife. "Don't think I won't catch onto your little tricks, bitch."

As soon as the last word left his mouth and spit spewed from it, he threw back his hand, successfully snapping the knife open. I tried to kick him, but he stood firmly on both my feet. Despite his heavy weight, the pain in my feet were the last thing I needed to worry about.