UNEDITED
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DANIEL JAMES HOWELL
Lydia carefully unlocks my handcuffs, and leaves me free to do whatever I want. I should have warned her how violent I feel before she undid my bounds. It's too late though, I grab a fistful of her hair and yank harshly.
Her hands reach back and try to losses my grip. "Let go of me. What are you doing?" She demands me as she looks at my murderous look.
"Shut up. I've had enough of you." I yell as I practically rip her hair from her skull. She cries out again and I throw her against the wall harshly.
She reaches to her head and pulls out strands of loose hair, she looks in horror at the amount of hair she lost. "You motherfucker." She yells as she lunges at me. I grab her arm and twist it behind her back.
"I told you to shut up." I snap. I grab the back of her head again and smash her face first into the wall of the old motel room wall, I manage to make a satisfying hole. She steps away and looks a bit disorientated, I give her a hard shove to the bed where she begins to breath slowly.
I try to quickly look for something sharp to kill her with but a knock on the door interrupts me. "Hello? Is everything okay in there?"
I panic a bit as I turn off the light of the lamp and swiftly pull my shirt off. I put a blanket over Lydia, and quickly rush to the door.
"Hello." I greet, opening the door a crack. There's a man wearing a plain white shirt and some jeans. He seems young, his hair is styled up and his smile is bright.
"Hello, I'm Brendon, I work at the front desk. I just wanted to check up on you, there was a loud sound." He explains and I fake a laugh.
"Oh I'm sorry about that." I apologize quickly.
"You in there alone?" He seems a bit suspicious at this point as he tries to glance behind me.
"No, I'm with my girlfriend." I respond. Before he could respond Lydia groans from where she's laid on the bed. I smile at the perfect timing, the guy doesn't seem suspicious anymore, he only had a look of relief.
"Ah, I get it. Have fun, man." He chuckles, I nod quickly and close the door. I walk over to Lydia and rip the blanket off her. I draw my hand back, intending to wake her up. I make contact with her face and she wakes up a bit.
"Explain the location to me." I say as I put my hands on her throat and lightly squeeze.
"W-We're at an motel. There only one guy at the..." She squeezes her eyes shut to help her think. "At the desk."
"Where's Phil?" I ask squeezing her neck tighter.
"I don't know." She cries. "He'll be back in the morning."
"That's give me enough time to kill you and get out of here." I inform her. Her eyes widen when she realizes that I won't spare her. She reaches over to the lamp on the bedside table in a flash, the shock causes me to loosen my hands on her throat, she hits me in the head and runs to the door.
"Help me." She yells. I run to her quickly and snatch her by her long blonde hair and throw her to the ground. I hear a knock on the door, this time, I'm annoyed.
I see she holds her head in pain, she must have hit the wall when I threw her. I grab the lamp and make my way to the door. Once I open it I waste no time yanking the man in and beating him down with the lamp.
Lydia cries out in horror as I lock the door. She did said there are no other workers here so I won't be disturbed any longer. I grab the ropes that were once around my hands and make my way to Lydia.
She weakly shakes her head, but she couldn't fight back. The damage to her head makes her weak. I drag her to the broken heater and tie her arms to it. I slap her lightly on the face to get her attention.
"Now it's my turn to hurt you." I coo to her, I smile at her terrified expression.
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Torture scene in the next chapter so brace yourselves. It'll be up in a few days.
