No Name

Chapter 8

I woke up in a dark room, and I was tied to a chair. I tried to get up, but was restrained. "Hello? Anyone there?" I yelled into the darkness. I got a reply of evil laughter coming from the corner.

"Yes.... Harper, age 16... I know who you are.." An all to familiar voice spoke. "N-Noah?" I asked, afraid of the answer. He sneered, "Correct! Now, you are probably wondering why you are tied to a chair..." He paused. I couldn't see clearly, but it looked like he held a knife in his hand. "That's because I'm going to kill you, but not before your boyfriend gets to watch!" He laughed in my face.

"Gabe isn't my boyfriend, and he will never fall for your stupid trick!" I screamed in his face. Then I felt the knife dig into my thigh, cutting deeper and deeper, as a crimson liquid poured from my leg.

"Keep your mouth shut!" He spat in my face. He dragged the knife up along my arms and up to my cheek. I felt like I was gonna pass out from all of the blood loss. I screamed out in pain. "Please...Why are you doing this?" I asked. He slapped me, and I felt my cheek heat up in a stinging pain. "You don't get to ask questions.."

"Now.... I want you to tell me why you murdered your parents.." He spoke. "W-what are y-you talking about!? I never hurt them!" I screamed in his face. He just shook his head. "Tsk Tsk Tsk.... When are you going to learn?! If you don't answer me honestly, then you're gonna feel pain, sweetcheeks.." "Don't call me that.." I mumbled under my breath. "What was that?" He asked, lifting my chin up with the knife. "I said, DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I spat in his face.

Again, I felt stinging pain on my cheek, and the knife was being dragged along my shoulder. I whimpered, and spat blood on the floor. "Now, I am gonna give you a while to think about it, and when I come back, I want an answer!" And just like that, he was gone.