This is life.

73 ➤ I'm what people call a 'Tactician'

Viewer discretion is advised for those who decide to watch the video provided for the purpose of VISUAL AID  (skip about the first half of the video if you can't wait to see the scene and imagine it similar to Daniel, aka Jason's father.) Anyone know what movie the scene is from? Hehe comment it down below if you do! <3

A part of me was delighted to know that most likely, if this was to happen, the police would somehow track us down and save us. However, another part of me is terrified knowing that this disgusting mess that's been created will now be exhibited live.

"I think it would be fun to do, won't it? Come on, you have... almost 11 million followers?" He whistled. "I can see why you're so popular. Before I had my way with you, I have to admit that you're insanely cute." He grins. "I'm sure we're bound to get some views if I tweet from your account first. But I think I'm almost out of ideas on what to do with the three of you now...." I watch as Channing hums. "Actually, you know what? Never mind, I've got the perfect thought in mind. It'll probably take about an hour at the most, but without a doubt it'll fall through." He types as he speaks casually. "What do you want from me?" Chanel asks with despair. "I want your life in order to have some...I want to say 'revenge' but it's such an ugly word. I'd rather the term collateral damage. No wait, the word compensation would be more suitable." She scoffs. "I don't even know you. Why am I here?" She restates her question. "Because you play a fucking play a role." "What role?!" She raises her voice. "Do you really want to dig yourself in deeper? You're starting to piss me off." "So that makes it okay for you to kill my trainer? That makes the fact that you cut me open okay?!" "I would say that it does." He nods with condescendence. "I know that you're not 'all there'. Sane, that's right. That's the word I was looking for. Sane is something that you're clearly not. And if I set you off, I know that, that will set, her off." He points to me. "And if I set her off, that will set, him off." He then points to Jason. "Not much really worked before. I killed her best friend and she's barely fazed. But don't you see the domino effect now? It's a lot like killing two birds with one stone. Or in my case...three birds with one stone. Either way I don't really care, all that matters is that in the end I get what I want. Which is everyone dead." "I don't even know you." She exasperates. "Why would you do this to me?" Instead of answering he ignores her. "I'm already wanted by the feds, so I don't even need to hide my face. That's just more convenient for me." He's wanted by federal police? I don't think I would want to know why.

"We're already in a forest that's pretty large. It'd be days before they would actually find me. But that's fine. Who said I need more than a few hours? And who's to say that I'm...worried? I'm not. LAPD, NYPD, LVMPD, TPD, even bigger people like the FBI! It doesn't fucking matter. No one is going to save you guys. I'm too good for them. Do you know how absolutely gifted I actually am? I've been wanted in over 30 states and four countries for almost a decade and yet no matter how far I push my luck, I never get caught. I'm like a magician." He types on the laptop and chuckles shortly. "Hey guys, I'm doing a live twitcam session because you all know I love you, click on the link and I'll hopefully see you soon." He reads in a high voice with a terrible British accent. "Is that something you would say?" He asks Chanel. He doesn't wait for an answer as he clicks. "Oh well. It doesn't really matter, it's already tweeted." Chanel becomes immensely aggravated and before Channing could comprehend her actions, she kicks him roughly on his shin. He stumbles backwards shortly before swearing. "Fuck!" He shouted in pain. In an instant he walks to her figure with rage and pulls her up with her hair. She shrieks as she's forced to sit on her knees. "Stand up." He says, his teeth gritted. "Stand. Up." He repeats.

Chanel is kicked in her stomach and she cries in pain. She coughs blood onto the floor. "You like that, you little cunt?" He kicks her once more. "See what happens when you don't listen?" He spits on her and she flinches slightly. "When I tell you to do something I expect you do it. If I'm not happy, neither is anyone." He walks out and leaves the door wide open. Impulsively and daringly, I pull out the small knife he had stabbed into the table just a few minutes ago. "Jason quick, give me your hands!" He turns his back to me and as fast as I could, I cut the thick rope around his wrists. "Are you okay?!" I ask Chanel. She coughs more blood onto the floor and shakes her head as she groans. "I can't, I can't breathe. What did he do to me?" "He kicked you!" I realise. "But why am I...why am I coughing blood? It hurts..." She cries. "You have a fractured rib! He must've done something to you!" "I can't breathe...I can't breathe, Britney." A large amount of blood escapes from her mouth as she speaks and I feel inexpressibly helpless.