All in Time

3 - Holes

**Holly's POV**

I held my hand against my head as it throbbed against my touch. "Damn, how much did I drink last night," I mumble to myself. "Mom," I say as loud as I can. That's when I look around the room I'm in "Where the f-"

I'm interrupted as the door comes swinging open and a man comes in. "Ah, I see you're awake," the man says. "Holly, isn't it?"

"Who the hell are you and where am I?" My voice shook as the man came closer.

He ignores my questions and continues to talk. "You're with my brother, aren't you?"

"I would never date anybody related to somebody like you," I growl. "Who. Are. You?"

"Oh but my little girl, you are," his smile made me sick to my stomach. He looked me over and grinned as he tore me apart. "Lucas is my brother."

"You dirty liar," I scream. "Let me out of here," I keep screaming and try shoving myself past him and out the door. He grabs me by the shoulders and forces me onto the bed.

"I'm sorry, but Lucas is gone. I'll be taking his place," he grins almost happily and shuts the door slowly. He slides the lock into place and leans over me. "You have no knight in shining armor anymore."

**Lucas's POV**

I hear a scream come from somewhere in whatever building I'm in. "I swear if that's Holly I'm going to fucking murder him." I dig my nails into my palms as I try to pull against my bindings. I look over at the camera, tucked in the corner and smile.

"Oh I know you can see this. I also know that I could murder you with ease if I got the chance. May as well kill me now, rather than getting yourself killed." I keep the smile plastered on my face as I stare at the camera.

That's when another scream pierces my ears. "Oh those sounds are beautiful," I hiss towards the camera. "If this is an attempt at making me suffer, you have no idea of all the things I love." I turn away from the camera and look down at my hands.

"I'm horrible," I whisper to myself.

After what feels like hours I look up to see the door creaking open and Jacob coming inside. "So," he says. "I heard that you like all the screams. I thought you should know that those came from your little girlfriend."

"What the hell did you do to her," I growl.

"Well didn't you notice that the screaming stopped for a while?"

"What the hell did you do to her," I repeat.

"Well her screaming ceased when I let her, well, I let her get some sleep," he lets out a laugh and smiles at me from the doorway. "She is quite good though, she's gotten over you now that she knows you're dead."

"Why would you tell her I'm dead," I yell.

"Because, I couldn't have my wife being with my brother," he smiles. "If you would be so kind as to die yourself." He pauses for a moment and looks at me, almost as though he's waiting to see the my death then and there. "I'd hate to have blood on my hands." He holds up his hands innocently and looks down at me again.

"Well, if I'm going to kill myself I can't have my hands bound. I need a knife or a rope for me to use."

"Oh I'm not going to give you a knife, I'm no idiot." He reaches over himself and pulls out a knife from his pocket. He comes close to me and holds the knife to my throat.

"What are you doing?" My voice shakes no matter how hard I try.

"I am going to take off your bindings, but if you try anything I will slit your throat," he still has his fake looking smile plastered onto his face. "I don't want to kill my own brother, but I can't have my brother trying to kill me before I can marry her."

"Release my bindings and leave the knife on the table, then leave the room. Don't bother with trying to monitor me. I've always thought highly about death and quite looking for it."

"Alright, but make sure you are in front of the camera, I'd like to show Holly as a gift for our marriage. I'm sure she'll love it," Jacob looks at me - almost fondly. "I can safely say, you are quite the brother."

He drops his knife onto the table, next to the camera, and returns to me. "Thank you, Jacob, for allowing me the pleasure of feeding death's will." He nods and unites my bounds from my wrists that had been stripped completely raw.

As soon as they are free I lunge onto him and punch him in the eyes, one after the other. He shoves me off of him, making me hit my head against the bedpost. Before he has a chance I rush across the small room and grab the knife off the table. When I turn back to him he is already up and right behind me, grabbing my worm wrists.

"I thought I could trust you, brother," Jacob says. He twists my wrist and forces the knife from my hand and it clatters to the floor. "I must've thought wrong." He kicks the knife away with his foot and it slides under the crack in the door. "Lucas," he growls. "I guess I'll have to get your blood on my hands anyway."

He brings my wrist down against the table and I hear a loud crack and a sharp pain shoots up my arm. In the midst of my pain, Jacob takes the opportunity to knee me in the stomach. I crumple to my knees onto the ground and he kicks me in the side, with all of his 200 pounds of weight behind it.

He walks out of the room and as I lift my head he throws the knife that was at the door. It whizzes past me, nicking my shoulder as it lodges itself into the wall behind me.

My heart slows down several minutes later until I take the time to look at my broken wrist. It was bleeding through a small hole that was made by my bone. I felt sick as I looked at the sharp bone protruding from my skin.

"I am going to die here," I whimper. "He's going to kill me." I do my best to stand, but fail and collapse back onto the floor. The pain overwhelms me and I end up getting sick and coating the wall.

I pull the knife out of the wall and throw it at the door. To my surprise it latches itself into a previously made crack, widening it further. I weakly sit up and crawl my way over to the door. It was wooden. I pull out the knife and see that now there was a solid hole in the door.

"What the hell..." I could see into the main room outside my door. It was completely empty, besides the two deep red colored couches, which were pushed together for some unknown reason, and the blanket draped over them, connected from back to back of the couches.

I take the knife and slowly push it back into the small hole, widening it further as I take chips out of it. After several painstaking minutes there is a hole about the size of a couple quarters in the door.

I could make a pretty big hole for myself with this thing. I stand on shaky legs and lie down on the bed. I tucked my new knife between the mattress and the bed frame. My wrist was still in so much pain, but I couldn't just lie on the floor any longer. Nor could I stay awake. I was out like a light as my head hit the pillow, no matter how badly my wrist hurt.

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