High School Sucks! (Chinx)

Chapter Eighteen- Punishment Ensues

I opened my eyes, but everything was blurred for the longest time. I felt groggy, and like I was hit in the back of the head. I looked around, and blinked rapidly. Everything became more and more clear. I tried getting up, but I found that my hands and legs were bonded by ropes. I tried talking, but only found there was something wrapped around my head and in my mouth. "You're awake!" I heard. I looked to my left to see Jonathan Delirious. He was sitting in a chair, and playing with a knife. He walked over and put the knife against the skin of my cheek. He cut what was in my mouth, and I watched it fall to the floor. "Hey. How's it going?" He said sitting in front of me now. I wanted to punch him in the face. I plunged forward, but was restricted. My hands tied behind my back, and a support beam in between my arms. He only grinned at my restrictions, and began to laugh.

"Oh, Chilled. You never learn, do you?" Jonathan said. He laughed. "Never mess with Minx. Never make her upset. Never talk to her again. And today, and possibly for the next week, I will get that through your head." What is he going to do? "Time for your punishment!" He said excitedly. He stood up, and put down the knife. "Punishment? What have I done to deserve punishment?" I asked in confusion. "Don't you see why? Why don't you see? Oh! Why you? " he hissed.

I looked around, and saw the things laid out on lowered tables. Everything was for torture. Knives, guns, hacksaws, ropes, tape, gasoline, lighters, scissors, and a lot more. "You're doing this because I made Minx upset?!? Do you even know why she is upset?" He laughed mockingly at my lack of movement. "Yes. I do. In fact she cried in my arms about it. All the memories, all the things you've said. Even the most recent ones, and what she truly thinks of 'her little boyfriend.'" His voice got dark as he laughed again. He got up and paced back and forth. He grinned as he walked over to the left side of the room. He grabbed something. It was metal. He held it behind his back, and laughed lightly. "Night-night!" He yelled evilly. A blur of silver-white hit the side of my face.

It was hours later. I don't know what time it was. I saw John on the floor laughing, with a baseball bat. "Vanoss is to pay next, unless little shit here fucks with Michelle again," he said lightly. Wait. He hit me with a baseball bat? Damn. I looked down at my chest. "W-where is my shirt?" I asked. His laugh grew louder. "Your Awake!!!" He shouted loudly. "You toke longer to wake up than everyone else did! Hahaha! Less time to play, dammit," he sat up. He stared straight into my eyes. His mask was one the floor. It was shattered... His eyes, stabbed into my soul. He really is crazy. "Ever liked toys?" He said standing up, and walking over to me. "Because I love toys!" He leaned on the bat, about 4 feet away from me. "Guess what. I have another toy. You." How he said it. It scared me. He threw the bat across the room, making a cluttering bang, and sat a foot away from me. A grin ear to ear. His eyes piercing my skin. I almost killed this man, and now he's gonna kill me.