The Culinary Massacre

pain, suffering even, torment if you will

Barthemew pov

I wake up and it's fuzzy. I blink a few times when I feel a hard hit to my jaw. That'll wake you up.
"The fuck?!" I roar. I'm awake and alert now. I see a man sitting in a chair. His back is turned to me but I'll recognize that awkward third grader looking bitch with a caterpillar on his lip anywhere.
"Mr.Husky?!" I yell. He gets up and hits me again.
"Be quiet you little shit." He says slapping ducktape to my lips.
I try to say stuff but I can't. Obviously.
"You can blame Cornelius for this. You know his dad and that slut, Harry Styles are to blame for this. If they just hadn't cheated and if you weren't wearing Cornelius' coat you'd be fine and dandy but no. You made a mistake. A big one. And I'm very angry so guess who I'm taking my frustrations out on."
I mumbled something and he eyes snap to mine.
"What?" He hisses. I look at him with a blank stare because does he think I can speak? Dumb bitch.
He rips the tape off.
"No offense. No actually full offense but this doesn't seem like a healthy coping mechanism." I say to him. The put more ducktape and hit my eye. I really should stop using humor as a coping mechanism because I'm about to shit myself. I'm terrified. I glance at all the knives. Please don't use the butcher knife. I don't want my death to be cliche.
I start begging Papa Noel that Cornelius and them have noticed. I pray they've found out. I need them to find me.
I don't want to die. But Papa Noel forbid I'm going to cry infront of Husky.
He gets a knife and the dams broke. I start crying. Pathetically at that to. I try to kick him away but I'm tied down.
He makes small incision on my neck. Not enough to kill me but enough to hurt. He's looking at my face. I used this technique I learned when my brother taped my mouth shut when we were kids. We were weird ok?
I lick around till the tape loses its stick. I'm able to push it back so it's off of my mouth.
"You psycho bitch." I hiss at him. I spit at his face and the knife goes in my hand. All the way through. I yell out.
"Fuck!"
I'm crying even harder now. If I'm going to die I'm going to die insulting this rejected snow-white dwarf looking whore.
Then small but deep cuts are made on my legs through the jeans.
There's so much blood. Some mine some of the others who died before me.
He sets down the knife and hit me again. Full bitch slap too. Hah. Cause he's a Lil bitch.
He closes his hands around my throat. Istruggle to breath. My vision goes blank. I pass out.