The Death Sentence

Chapter Five

A/N: As promised, here is my next part! I really hope that this one will come out long. When I type it in Word, it’s always so much longer than it is when I publish it :/

Oh well.

And without further ado, I give you The Death Sentence Chapter Five!!!!

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I stared up at Ryan in complete confusion. I didn’t dare say a thing, his lips were to close that I was afraid if I talked, our lips would meet. This didn’t make any sense, Ryan had never shown any interest in either Kat or I. I am so confused.

 

I tried to turn my head away from him, but his hand tightened around my cheek and prevented me from turning away. His eyes shine in the light and I see pure lust in them. I squirm trying to get as far away from him as I can. Which isn’t very far.

Before I can tell him to get off of me, he leans closer to me and presses his lips to mine. I try to shove him off but when his hands tightened on my shoulders, I couldn’t help but gasp in pain which he took as an advantage and shoved his tongue in my mouth. He explores my mouth and tries to slip his hand down my shoulder but his body is pressed against mine so that he is forced to hold on to my shoulder or let go. He decides to keep his hand where is was and I sent a momentarily thanks that he couldn’t go where he wanted to.

I had to focus on how to get Ryan off of me and suddenly had an idea. I bit down on his tongue as hard as I could. I tasted a metallic taste that I could immediately identify as blood. He pulled away and brought his hand up to his mouth. I sit up and spit his blood out onto the floor.

For some reason, I looked up at Ryan. His eyes are wide and slightly surprised, he has blood dripping from his mouth, and has a savage look.

“That didn’t actually hurt too much” he tells me.

I look at him in disgust, disbelief, and complete and utter shock. I can’t believe that he just did that. Just thinking about it makes me angry. I contemplate how much trouble I would get in if I punched him. He deserved it.

He smiles at me as he wipes the blood dripping off of his chin. I cringe, I’ve always hated blood. He moves closer to me, and I refuse to be near him. I stand up and walk to the farthest point from the cot he sits on and pace back and forth, looking up every time I hear a noise. I hate that he made me feel this way.

About five minutes later, the tent door opened and two men accompanied by one women walk into the tent. They take in our separation although they do not comment on it. As the woman waves her hand, all of the others in our age group walked into the tent, including Kat. I sprinted to her, pushing everyone in my way so I could get to her. I hugged her and looked her up and down to see if she would be okay. When she realized what I was doing, she said,

“I’m fine. I just needed to regain some confidence and energy.”

At that moment, Ryan walked over to check on Kat. He asked all of the same questions as I did and gave her a hug before he walked away. I didn’t know what to do, think, or say. Should I tell Kat about what Ryan did? I was just about to tell her when the one of the two men spoke.

“Silence!”

Everyone in the room turned around and looked at the men and woman.

“For the next part of your test,” there was that horrible word next again. “You will be working in pairs of two and with the person of your choice.”