It's been a few hours since Damon left and it's starting to get dark out. I've just been walking around the house to try and find anything to pass the time. All I found was a gun and an old porno magazine. Sitting down on one of the beds I found to be the cleanest, I start to feel my eyes well up with tears. How am I gonna get out of here if he has people guarding the house. Laying down I start to bawl my eyes out, I haven't really had much time to myself to really reflect on just how messed up of a situation I'm in. After what feels like hours of crying, I feel so tired and start to drift off to a more peaceful place.
The next morning.
I awake to the sun beaming into the windows. I have a headache from crying so much last night. I honestly try not and be weak and cry but I'm stressed out about how this is going to end and if I'll make it out alive. Getting up I head to the kitchen to see if Damon put food in the fridge. Thankfully there was and I made my eggs and tried to pretend I was in my apartment having breakfast.
Putting the dish in the sink I put on my jacket and go out front. I stare at the woods and just enjoy the breeze. I close my eyes and just stand there. I'm pretty sure I look crazy right now, I have messed hair and I'm wearing mismatched pajamas. As I reopen my eyes I'm startled by a tall buff man standing in front of me. "You're not allowed outside of the house." Oh so this is who's watching my every move. "I'm just getting some fresh air." He just stares at me. I put my hands up and say " alright, fine" I turn and go back inside. Damn I can't even get some freaking air, I'm a damn prisoner in this shithole.
I decide to get a shower and get dressed just to feel a little better, didn't really help much. As I'm walking the hallway I see a door I missed, I grab the door handle to open it but it's locked. I wonder why it would be locked. Just as I start to think how I'm gonna get in I hear the front door open and hear Damon and two other guys talking. Of course, right when I find something. Walking downstairs to greet the greened eyed psycho I hear a gunshot and freeze in my tracks. I feel fear run through my body and stand as still as a can. I hear yelling and Damon doing most of it. Did he just shoot someone? I'm not sure if I should go down or not. " get rid of the fucking body and clean up the blood." I hear Damon say. Hearing his footsteps coming closer I finally have the courage to move and I dart back into the bedroom I made mine. Sitting on the bed I wait for him to come get me, but he never comes. I begin to relax once I hear the shower turn on. He's probably washing the blood off him, I cringe just thinking about it. Now I'm here with a killer and I'm not sure what he's all capable of doing. Obviously, I know killing someone isn't a problem for him now. I notice the shower isn't running anymore and I start to get nervous. I hear him walking around when I hear him coming up. Oh god, I'm not ready to look at this man. Looking up I see him standing there with his wet hair. Looking like he didn't just kill someone. He comes in and sits on the end of the bed. " Ryan told me you went outside. I thought I told you to behave?" I honestly forgot I went outside. " just to get some air" I'm not sure what the big deal is but before he said anything back I added " at least I'm not a murderer." I give him a dirty look and he gives it right back. "I had no choice. He wasn't doing his job and I only give so many warnings before I have to remind them who's boss." He leans closer to me " you're not scared of me now, are you?" He gives me a twisted grin " No" I whimper out. God even I know that didn't sound truthful. " Don't worry, love. I only kill people who betray me. So I'm sure you have nothing to worry about." He reaches his hand out and I flinch as he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "What are you doing?" I ask him. I'm not sure why he's so close to me touching my hair while talking about killing people. He leans even closer and I feel his breath on my neck " I thought we could have a good time together." Oh so he thinks I'm gonna let him have sex with me. I shove him away and he falls onto the floor " I'm not having sex with you, you creep!" Now if this man wasn't a killer than maybe but there's no where he's getting in my pants. He gets up and starts to laugh and now I'm confused. " Well you won't mind if I bring one of my whores over then?" He says with a devilish grin. What is wrong with this man ? One minute I think he's normal and the next he's acting like a psycho. " Why? It's not like I control you, right?" His smile fades and I can tell he didn't get the reaction he wanted from me. " No, you do not. I thought I'd be a gentleman and ask." Now it's my turn to laugh " I think you've passed that part a long time ago, buddy." I stand up and walk past him into the bathroom before we can continue this stupid conversation. Putting my back to the door I hear him knock " open the door!" I'm not opening the door because I know he's dangerous and I should be hiding from him. I thought Hunter was trouble but it seems they are just as bad as each other. " fine, princess. Throw your tantrum, I'll be fucking some whores brains out if you need me." I can just sense him saying it with his stupid smirk. After about 30 minutes I finally come out and I can hear a women's voice moaning. Oh great, now I gotta listen to this. After a while I hear silence and then a gunshot, I'm so startled I scream and start to run towards the sound. Flinging the door open I see Damon with a gun and a dead naked women on the floor. He turns and looks at me and says " I also kill the whores I sleep with". I'm frozen and scared at what is happening right now. The only thing my mind is telling is to run as fast as I can. But I ignore it and stand there staring at this killer putting his gun away and throwing a blanket on her. "Good thing you said no earlier, huh?" He says to me. " What is wrong with you?" He laughs. "oh relax. She's part of the gang who's after us. This will send them the message not to fuck with us.". " isn't that gonna piss them off more?!" He throws the dead lady over his shoulder and I move out of his way and follow him " where are you going with her?" He opens the front door and just throws her body outside like trash. Then opens his phone and sends a text. " yes, then they'll fall right into our trap." He finally responds to my first question. " now go get some sleep, kid. We've got a busy day tomorrow." And with that he walks back into his room. This man is gonna get me killed.
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Life Till Death
ActionGetting fired from my job was the worst thing I thought that could happen to me. Boy, was I wrong. This is the story of how I died, but let's start with my life first.
