Lighting Gas

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(bad rhymes and lack of confidence in the rhymes... oh welp)

Waking up cold I opened my eyes just to have something covering my eyes. I sighed softly as the panic set in. I tried to move just to find out I was tied up. I hear a creepy chuckle along with movement. I swallowed hard as whatever was covering my eye was taken off. I looked around seeing I was in some dusty abandoned room. Suddenly my hair was pulled back making me look up into the eyes of my kidnapper. A dark hazel color like it had a hue of red with it. He chuckled again as he looked at my fearful face. He let go of me before he walked around in front of me. I kept an eye on them as my tied-up hands tried to untie the ropes, hard but not impossible. Thank you family for the weird games of tie-ups. I wasn't kidding about tying up my siblings when I was young for that comedy special...

"Oh look at your face~ So scared that their eyes are glace~" He rhymed as they walked to a clean table, keeping an eye on me. My eyes widened in fear as he picked up a small knife. He looked at me with a sadistic smile.

"Hey, hey we can talk about this, right!?" I quickly said in fear as he walked over to me chuckling making me quiver in my spot.

"Oh, what could you possibly have to say that would stop me" He asked amused by me trying to convince him not to hurt me.

"I have absolutely nothing to say that will make you stop, I just don't want to get hurt," I stupidly tell him being blunt and in a semi-sarcastic tone of voice by accident, making him chuckle.

"You're smart, but we'll cut you with glee~" He tells me. I quickly got confused and concerned when he said 'We'll'.

"W-what do you mean by we!?" I asked in fear, he didn't verbally tell me, he pointed to his head.

"Oh split personality?" I asked to make sure, as he stood in front of me. He chuckled as he put the knife to my neck making me flinch.

"You're smart, too bad we'll make you into blood art~," He tells me as I start to tear up.

"Please don't, I want to live," I tell him crying as I put my hands up. He looked puzzled seeing my hands as I had forgotten to keep my hand hidden once I had untied them.

"How did you get out of the rope!?" He asked, surprised as his free hand grabbed both my hands tightly,  but I didn't answer him annoying him and making him cut my neck a little and grip my hands tighter making me whimper in pain as I cried.

"How did you get out of the rope" He said again but more aggressively.

"You ask a question that you already know the answer to" I replied in a little pain. Apparently, he didn't like what I had said because he cut more into the side of my neck making me flinch and hiss in pain as I cried more.

"Don't be a smart mouth with me, or I'll make you into a meat pile you see" He tells me with a glare as I look back at him with a puffy face as I cry. He pulled the knife away from my neck before he pulled my hands closer to him, almost making me stubble off the chair. He chuckled as he pulled me off the chair making me fall a little bit. I looked at the cold concrete floor, as I tried to stand up, droplets of blood decorated the surface of my clothes and neck letting it drip to the floor. I looked up at him as he pulled me around hurting my wrists. I tried to get out of his grip but that caused him to stand my arm making me yelp in pain as more fresh and hot tears fell down my face.

"Follow" He ordered me as he pulled the knife out of my arm, blood flowed out my arm like a small stream making a trail of blood as I was forced to follow him. He grabbed the rope off of the table and started to tie me up again with my hands in front of me this time, he made it tight hurting my wrist more, it would most likely be bruised later if I survived this... Unlikely but I got to stay positive right?...

He suddenly grabbed a metal hook off a hanging chain and attached it to the tied-up rope on my wrist, holding me still he grabbed the chain and lifted me, making me yelp again. I hear an audible chuckle as he hooks the chain making it stay put as I hang from my wrist. I closed my eyes too scared to see what he planned to do next.

After who knows how long of torture and bleeding out I passed out. Making the once loud room of screams and pleading for mercy, silence with only the sound of blood dripping and breathing. The last thing I hear is a loud noise from outside and cussing, lots of cussing and movement.

(Happy Holidays!)