The Contest

Chapter Twelve: The End

~RECAP~

"Bell you do have family, even though I'm a sadistic bastard I care about you like I cared about your mother. You are my family and I want you to think that I am yours as well, don't ever think about that okay? You have me." When he said that I couldn't help but look up at him with tears in my eyes and my lip quivering, I hugged him chest and cried in it. He nodded and smiled, "now let's go back, the game is almost finished plus I think Emily wouldn't be able to last another turn so keep that in mind." Grinning I followed Mr. Hoss into the dining room and waited for the arrow to choose who will go."

~Bellami's P.O.V, One Hour Ahead~

I trembled with fear as the drill was nearing my hand, my had kept shaking everywhere but I couldn't escape because my arms were bounds to the chairs and I tried to get out of it. I made sure to have Mr. Hoss's words run through my head so I wouldn't be scared but it didn't work at all, Emily was coming closer with the drill and how I wanted to use that drill on her head. The drill was right above the back of my hand and I could feel the drills air getting colder and colder but that soon ended quickly when the drill was now in my hand, I knew Emily wanted to take her sweet time torturing me because I felt the metal go in slowly through. Blood was spilling ever where from the vast spinning of the curved blades, the red crimson liquid was hot due to it trying to close the wound on my hand but wasn't working. I felt myself screaming so loud that I thought the nearest house could hear me, the pain was so unbearable that it felt like thirty people all had nails and were simultaneously jabbing my hand over and over with full force. Finally Emily had managed to reach the other end of my hand still with extreme she retracted the drill still very slowly, she didn't even turn the drill off or reverse it no, she retracted the drill still going the same way she drilled my hand in the beginning. My hand was now gushing out the warm liquid I have grown fond of since this evening, I have been tortured for seven hours now and I just want it to all end right now. I have grown exhausted with everything and all I wish for is to fall asleep on my bed at home where I belong at, I decided to drop my head and as I did that I saw the necklace I still had on. It was moms school class ring that was on a cheap beaded necklace but yet it still remained in tacked no matter what condition it was put in. I looked at it for quite a while till I heard the whirring drill still on in Emily's hand, afraid of what was going to happen Mr. Hoss yelled 'stop' catching Emily's attention. "Bellami has done his part of the game now we will spin on who will go, Emily hand Vick the drill please.", Emily was hesitant at first with handing the pliers to Vick but she finally gave them to him. "Now, please Vick if you would, could you take away the drill and tools please?", Mr. Hoss asked Vick as he came over to me to undo the bindings around my arms so I could be free. I was in such amount of pain that I think I could die but I know that there's no artery in the hands, once Mr. Hoss untied me I got up but fell back on the chair. I was really dizzy and couldn't stand on my own thankfully Mr. Hoss gently helped me up again and took me to my chair next to him.

"Now, while Vick is going to spin the arrow I will get the supplies we need to use for whose turn is next. I want you both to be prepared for it because I'm sure that this will indeed hurt.", as he said that Vick had spun the arrow a little but to hard making the arrow spin for at least fifteen seconds. Right when it landed on my name Vick sighed making the arrow land on Emily's name, her eyes widened seeing that she's going to go through an amount of pain I went through. "It's okay Emily, I won't use that drill on you. I'll be sure to use the hammer on your pretty little face.", dryly chuckling because of the amount of pain I was in. She glared at me when I threatened her, "Oh no it's not me that will lose and have their face bashed in Bellami Harper." What she said didn't phase me at all and pretty much I was used to them all, yeah out of all her threats she managed to carry one out but that's all. To mock her I rolled my eyes and blew a raspberry like a little kid, in response she just rolled her eyes as she stretched to get ready for her torture time. I would also stretch but my hand is preventing me from doing so and as much as I want to too prepare when it's my turn. Sighing loudly while wrapping my arms around my head to form a little hole to tuck my head in it, I didn't know that I was talking to myself about missing home and mom till Emily kept asking me about what I was going on about. I didn't bother answering her because I know for a fact she's going to be asking too many questions and I really didn't feel like explaining or tell her my life story. We must have waited for a good thirty minutes for Mr. Hoss due to his absence in the room and he helps get rid of the awkward tension in the room, as of right now Vick is just standing in the corner by the boarded up windows with his hands crossed, Emily is just picking at her nails across of me at the table and I'm just cradling my injured hand.