serial killer / hs

Chapter 7

Tess' point of view;

I slowly back away, not ready to face any kind of physically torture from this monster. I want to beg, plead, for him not to hurt me, but my throat is shut tightly, my lips are sealed, and my heart rate has begun to pump itself louder and louder, heavy beats breaking through my chest as his knife comes in contact with my arm. The cold metal slicing my skin. A scream erupts like a volcano, echoing through the dark woods. I hold my arm in pain as it becomes numb; the blood dripping down my hand and onto the floor. "I hate you!" I spat, crying out in pain. He watches the blood dripping onto the floor; expressionless.

"I know," He answers monotonously, walking towards the fire and grabbing something from his backpack. "Hold still," He sighs, walking towards me and holding a roll of toilet paper. Seriously? Without saying a word, he wrapped the toilet paper around my bloody arm. He intentionally hurts me and then helps me. This makes no sense. He really should just get what he has in store for me and get it over with. I might as well be dead.

After wrapping my arm, he shakes his head. "Guess someones not wiping their ass tomorrow," His tone full of sarcasm.

I roll my eyes, not bothering to ask to sleep this time, and walk into the tent, hoping to finally get some rest. I know I need to find another way, another time, to escape. I just need the right moment.