a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

Hope

##TAYLORS POV##

"Damn, looks like your little boyfriend isn't coming to rescue you this time" The man chuckles with his face unpleasantly close to mine
"He's coming. I know he is." I know he's not coming back for me, but I may as-well scare him
"If he is" He pauses in thought "Then it would be even more fun for him to find you when you're a corpse" He lets out a shaky breath of pleasure when he finishes his sentence, his tangy breath swarms my nose, God I wanna throw the fuck up. He lets his cold hands trail down my waist sending shivers through my body
"Look, I don't care if i'm gonna die soon, but don't shred me of my remaining innocence, please." My voice breaks as I speak, his hands stop moving
"What? Scared you wont get to heaven?" He speaks
"Don't even bring religion into this you disgusting piece of shit." I snap
"Oh cmon, cant take a joke now!" He mocks
"I can take a joke, but that shit isn't funny" This conversation is driving me mental
"Alright alright. But you can't get out of it that easily" He sighs again, harder this time further polluting the air.

"When was the last time you brushed your teeth? Or showered?" I spit
"When was the last time you shut your mouth" He shouts directly into my ear
"The last time you slept with a woman, which is never." My strength begins to come back ever so slowly
"Your funny" He huffs.

I roll my eyes as my mind races with endless possibilities, what if Tom died when I got drugged? What if he's fed up of my bull shit and decided he doesn't wanna save me anymore? What if he just went home and is laughing with the boys about me? Fuck. Ive really done it this time huh.
And the worst part is, I cant even blame him for leaving. Id be over me too.

"Theres a good girl, being quiet for me" The man is practically drooling on my face
"Fuck off."
His clammy cold hands come back into contact with my shivering body once again, this time moving at a faster pace.
Please fuck off
Please not again
I don't want it
Please stop

The vent. 6 lines on the wall. 4 panels of wood next to the door. 2 stains on the floor. 10 fingers on my body. thousands of goosebumps on my skin. 0 hope left.

##TOMS POV##

"TOM STOP" Bills screams become muffled with each step further I take.
"TOM WAIT!" He doesn't understand what I feel.
I need Taylor back. I need her.

Now i've got to be quiet, I pull the knife from my waist band and sneak behind the first guard and stab his neck while muffling his mouth to keep him quiet. I lower his body to the ground and move along the darkened hallway towards another guards silhouette, I muffle his mouth while I stab him as-well, lowering him down at the same time.
Ok, a few more to go
The next guard is leant up against the wall, his body still and his arms hanging down beside him. What a fucking idiot, sleeping on the job. Moron. I kill him with ease as his already still body becomes stiff and slumps to the floor. Idiot.

"Tom, what the fuck are you doing?" A sharp whisper comes from behind me, I spin around knife in hand ready to murder, but in the dark abyss I can just about make out Gustavs face
"Getting back my woman." I whisper loudly, beginning to walk away.
"Let us help." He grabs my wrist stopping me in my tracks
"I don't care if I do this on my own or with help. All I care about is getting Taylor back" I move my arm which he is grasping and continue walking onward.

God this place is practically never ending. I feel like I've been walking for fucking hours.
Another guard comes into vision, I pounce on him and slit his throat as I drop his body to the ground.
Each time I murder one of these fuckers I get rushes of pleasure. The feeling of their hot blood spilling onto me pleases me more and more as I go further. I love the sound of their bleeding bodies dropping to the cold floor, and the sound of their skulls hitting the concrete sends shivers down my spine. God it really gets me going.