Not Again

Chapter Nine - 'Its The Barrel, Or This'

'Wright. L-Like Caleb Wright?'

My throat feels as dry as a desert and my breaths became faster and faster.

'Yeah yeah, like Caleb, just better. And smarter. My brother made some pretty stupid mistakes dedicating his kills to Rosalind. I'm not that dumb.'

'Oh so what, your here to kill me, avenge your brother, all for fun.'

I felt my eyes water up, but I don't want to let him know he's getting into my head. I have to keep it together.

'Oh no! You've got me all wrong. The fun part isn't the killing. Its what comes before that.'

A nasty grin spreads across his face as he looks me dead in the eyes. I don't like where this is going.

'Ill let you wake up, adjust to your surroundings. I know it's not the most pleasant.'

He looks around, then back at me.

'Some music is sure to lighten the mood.'

He pulls out his phone and connects it to a few speakers hidden around the room.

'Hey phone!' He yells.

'Play ...'

He looks at me dead in the eyes once more.
I think I know what he's doing.

'dream a little dream of me.'

He did it.

I feel my grip tighten on the arms of the chair as I take some deep breaths.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

I can't let him get in my head. I can't let him know that he's succeeding. That's what he wants, and I'm not going to give him the satisfaction.

I close my eyes and I can feel my breaths become quicker and my heart rate shoots up. I know that the sweat beads are forming on my forehead, but I can't give in. He wants me to beg for mercy.

I'm not going to give him what he wants.

I pry my eyes open, and they fix on him. He's slowly walking towards me. Why he walking towards me?

He positions himself to the back of the chair, and starts tugging on something. A part of his hand brushes my skin and I flinch.

Why did I have to flinch? He knows I'm scared now.

'Relax Lucy, I'm not going to hurt you!' Laughs and it echos in my mind.

So what is he doing?

'There we go. Enjoy yourself a bit!'

He drops the rope that bound me to the chair, and it falls to the ground with a thud. I bring my hands infront of me, staring at my wrists. They hurt like hell. It's rope burn.

Lucky me.

I want to take a lunge at this guy, make him pay, and make it hurt, but I.. I can't. I don't know what it is, but I'm just sat here, bound to the chair, even though theres nothing physically restraining me. I'm just looking around. The barrels. The song. The tattoo. The gunshot. David. It's too much.

I've survived once, but I don't know if i can again.

My eyes dart across the room, from shelf to shelf, barrel to barrel. There could be a fault in his set-up. Something I can use to escape. Somewhere I can go to escape.

Please.

Please.

Nothing.

I sigh as the song finally ends. Now his interests will back to me.

Great.

'So.. Lucy. How about we have some fun?'

Fun? How could we possibly have fun?

'Wipe that smile off your face. What makes you think I'd ever say yes to you?'

Since the song had ended, it was like I had regained control of myself. I was back. I stand up and turn my body towards him. My fists are balled up, ready to fight.

'Being brave now are we? I think you want to say yes.'

'Didn't I make myself clear?'

I take a step, or rather a limp towards him.

'Oh, of course you did, but you might want to change your mind considering that it's the barrel, or this.'

His grin widens as my face drops. The barrel.

Anything but the barrel.

He steps towards me and scoops me up bridal style. He can't do this. Only Tim gets to do this. He then strides back towards the hospital style bed and places me on it.

'I'm thinkng we have some quality time together.

Quality time?

Oh shit.

Quality time.

'Oh come on!'

He looks me straight in the eyes and smiles.

'I know you like it! Im pretty sure Tim does too.'

I freeze. How does he know Tim? He's never met him! And Tim and .. Caleb never properly introduced.

I felt my stomach churn again. The thought of him knowing about Tim make me sick. Would he go after him next?

I lean over the side of the bed and throw up.

It wasn't vomit.

It was blood.

I just stare down at it. I'm not going to survive. I'm bleeding internally.

Shit.

'Oh no Lucy! It seems that you've not got long left!

He's laughing. He's enjoying himself.

'I guess we'd beter get started quickly!'

Shit.

He looks me up and down and rips off my t-shirt, revealing the many bruises and scratches I've gained. Then he removes my pants and what goes under both that and my top. Im kicking and hitting, trying to get him off of me, but its not working. He forces me down with one hand, and undresses his bottom half with his other. He checks her out, looking me up and down, excited for the moment that's about to come.

'NO NO NO! GET OFF ME YOU LITTLE-'

I'm yelling, frantic but he cuts off by covering my mouth with his hand as leans in closer.

'Calm down baby, don't ruin this moment.'

WHAT DID HE JUST CALL ME?

I kick him in his man part as he leans in closer, and punch at his face.

'OW BABE RELAX!' he yells as he pushes me off him.

'YOU DON'T GET TO CALL ME BABE YOU SON OF A BI-' I yell until I'm cut off by him again, but this time he punches my jaw and stuck his man part higher and higher into me.

IT HURTS.

I yell out in pain, begging for help and beating at his chest and he sways forward and back.

'Having fun yet?'

'WHAT DO Y-YOU THINK YOU S-SON OF A-A OWW!'

I'm trying to fight back but he's got me pinned down, under his arms and I can't kick him off me as he's practically sat on top of me.

After what feels like decades of torture, I finally manage to free one of my arms without him noticing and reach for a discarded scrap of metal on the floor.
With all my remaining strength, I pull it up and bash it onto his head, knocking him out.

I grab my clothes, or what's left of them at least, and I try to run off, but with my injuries, it's more of a quick limp.