"Don't even think about it Yamada." |Brance|

Chapter 12

(If you were wondering why this isn't exactly like the movie but its Bruce instead of Finney Is because I know the two wouldn't react in the same way and the same events wouldn't have happened plus like I stated before Bruce doesn't have anybody to help him.)

Bruce:

I slowly started to wake up, seeing the man sitting down in a chair, just.. staring at me.

"Um.."

"Oh! You're awake."

I glared at him with disgust as his eyes roamed my body.

"You must be hungry.." he muttered, getting up and walking out of the door

I wondered if my friends knew I was gone.. Were they looking for me.. Did they care.. It doesn't matter anyways, I'm gonna die in this hell hole.

A few minutes later, or what I think was a few minutes he came back with a tray of eggs and a soda.

He gave them to me as I stared at them, were they drugged..?

"Eat."

".."
I hesitantly started eating, waiting for something to happen to me.

"See? No problem." he grinned, putting his hand on my thigh.

(Bro i am so disgusted as I write this..)

I got up, moving away.

"Oh come on don't be that way." He glared.

"I said don't touch me!"

He got up and pushed me to the wall, breathing in my scent.

"Quit it!"

"Stop!" I screamed, kicking him. (Which caused him to fall backwards.) I saw the door wasnt locked so I sprinted for it, quickly opening it and running upstairs.

"You little shit!" He yelled, before I knew it I was running out of the door screaming.

"HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE!" I pleaded, my voice cracking as I saw the Van in my vision.

I ran off the road and into the grass, he followed.

Eventually he got me, dragging me into the van after putting duct tape on my hands and legs and a blindfold on my eyes.

I cried, I was so close..

so close..

He dragged me inside and down to the basement, my screams muffled as he threw me down the stairs and kicking me into the room.

He ripped off the blindfold and the duct tape and undid his belt.

He stripped off my shirt as I squirmed.

He smacked me with the belt causing me to yell out in pain and then cut me a few times with a pocket knife and punching my face till it was so bloody you could barely recognize me.
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(Later)

My body hurt, bleeding and bruised as I sobbed on the cold cement floor.

"I'm gonna die down here.." I mumbled, my voice trembling.

I laid there, in pain, crying and hopeless.

I tried to crawl, I tried to do something, but the pain was unbearable.

I groaned, pulling myself up and crying out in pain.

I fell right back down.

"Fuck! Come on Bruce.."

I eventually gave up and passed out from exhaustion.
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(The next morning)

I still felt like shit, my whole body was pulsating.

I tried to make a plan.

Plan A. Hide in the hole and once he realized you've "escaped" he will leave the door unlocked and try to find you.

Plan B. Ask for help because the toilets not broken and he'd fall in the hole and then choke him..

Plan B sounded easier on my body..

Plan B it is.

I can't afford to mess this up.

I stumbled off of my bed very slowly, almost crying from the soreness and getting my shirt from the floor, putting it on and wincing slightly before making my way to the hall.

I removed the sheet from the hole and began the routine, after an hour it was pretty deep.. Around maybe 3 feet..?

I covered the hole back up and waited there.

I eventually heard footsteps so I got up making it look like I was looking at the toilet because it was 'broken.'

I heard the door unlock.

"Hey.. could you help me? Somethings wrong with the toilet and I really need to.. yknow."

He sighed walking over to me and seeing the sheet.

"Was this always here?" He questioned.

Bruce you have to be smart about this, he's been down here countless of times most likely before me..

"No, I put it there because there was a water spill."

"mm, okay."

He began to take a step again but fell inside the hole, I immediately dropped to the floor and tried to strangle him, ripping off the mask in the process.

He yelled in shock, gasping for air, but he was stronger then me.

Id grab ahold of his head and snapped it, feeling disgusted with myself as his body went limp.

I pulled myself up and limped to the door, locking it behind me.

I walked up the stairs and into the kitchen (which was where the door leading to outside was.) Groaning in pain as I stumble to the door, I didn't care that my hair was greasy or that my face was bloody, I didn't give two shits about my appearance.

I was in tears from the pain, limping heavily in search of help.

I was free..

finally..