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𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝑶𝒏𝒆

"If a man talks shit then I owe him nothing"
-Taylor Swift

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Cameron Still

24th of July, 2015

When I woke up I had a throbbing pain in the back of my head and my whole body was cramped, like I was put into a suitcase. I could hear the roar of a car engine surrounding me too.

I could feel pieces of my hair sticking and matting together, a hot liquid on the back of my neck and collarbone which I could only assume was my own blood.

I tried moving my hands but soon realised they were tied behind my back.

My head and eyes felt heavy and I could feel myself getting light-headed before I went out again.

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I woke up again, not able to tell which way was up but whatever car I was in had stopped and I could hear a car trunk opening.

By this point I've realised I'm in some form of container, but the walls I'm contained in are a leather-type texture so I assume it's a suitcase.

My point is proven after I'm lifted out of the car and basically thrown onto the pavement. The suitcase is being wheeled, and the man really doesn't seem to care if I get any other injuries as it feels like I'm in an earthquake.

Then the bumpiness stops and the suitcase starts to smoothly glide across what sounds like a marbled floor. Then it came to a halt and my cramped body was forced upright. I could barely hear anything from inside the suitcase, but I could hear muffled chatter before we took off again.

We got into what sounded like an elevator, and I'm at a complete loss at where we are. All sounds stop momentarily, then the elevator bell dings and the suitcase starts rolling against what I can only assume is carpet.

The movement pauses, a door opens, it moves for another moment then stops fully as the suitcase is laid horizontally.

It unzips and I'm blinded for a second, then my eyes adjust to the light.

"Oh, you're awake." The man sounded shocked, stepping out of my view then returning with a chair. He sets it in the center of the room, lifting me out of the suitcase and setting me in the chair. My hands that were tied behind my back somehow were put behind the chair so any possible escape wasn't going to happen.

The man grabs another chair, setting it infront of me and sitting down.

"Why were you in the middle of the woods at one in the morning, Cameron?" He asked.

"Why the fuck have you kidnapped me?"

"You're much safer here than you are in the woods at night."

"I don't even know who you are. I'd be safer with the boys in or not in the woods."

"I'm Ashley. And how do you know you'd be safer with them? How do you know you wouldn't be next?"

"Next?"

"How do you know you wouldn't be the one they kill next?"

I look away from Ashely, moving my neck to try and get my hair unstuck but the blood had dried and only made my head hurt even more than it already was.

Ashley completely ignored this, instead continuing to talk. I watched him as he spoke, not listening but was moving my hands behind my back in an attempt to undo whatever was tying them together.

It got loose enough that it dropped to floor, making a thump sound that caught Ashley's attention. I tried to stand up before he could do anything, but he grabbed my arm and pushed me back down into the chair, walking behind me with a tight grip on both of my wrists as he tied them back together, much tighter that the material rubbed against my skin painfully and my arms were already cramping from the awkward position.

His eyes glimpsed at my bandage for a second before stepping towards it. He pulled at my arm, trying to move it away from the chair which was difficult due to my tied together hands. It felt like my arm was being pulled out of its socket. Ashley started to unwrap the bandages, throwing it to the floor. He watched as a small trickle of blood started to run down my arm from the harsh treatment of being pulled and tugged at.

"This hasn't healed well has it?" He says, reaching for something at his belt which I soon realised was a knife- the same one from a couple nights ago.

"It's been three days." I mutter coldly through gritted teeth.

"How much blood did you loose then?" He asked, moving the skin on my arm around so it starts bleeding more.

"What? I don't know- a lot?" I say, wincing as I try to pull my arm away.

"Should I replace the blood you lost?" He asked, grinning evilly.

I came to the conclusion a while ago that this guy was insane. I sat frozen, unable to do anything as I felt the sharpness of his blade grazing against my skin about an inch above the already bleeding wound.

I have done nothing to this man yet I'm being tortured- well I did shoot him in the leg once but that was in self-defence.

I waited in anticipation for him to stab me again like he did before, knowing the painful feeling all too well.

Then he did it and it somehow felt more painful than before. Blood started profusely running down my arm, most of it painfully making it's way into my other wound. I looked away because I did not want to see this, but even what I did see was an indescribable sight- like something you'd see in a Saw movie but worse.

I could barely register anything that was happening, but I felt the knife leave my arm then wedge itself back in at a slightly different angle. At this point I thought he would just take my whole arm off completely, but what he did do was rip the knife out of my arm and next thing I knew he was gone and the door shut with a click.

I was left in the hotel room by myself, in the dark, tears staining my cheeks, blood gushing down my arm and ruining the carpet beneath me.

I was getting lightheaded and I could feel my breathing quicken. Whatever I could make out in the dark room blurred and slowly my head lulled forward.

A/N

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