The Macabre ➸ Psycho C.R.

《4》

Let the graphic scenes commence :)
(Oh, and you'll understand when you get there, but Google the song lyrics)

-Darcie-

"I swear, if you scream at me one more fucking time, I'll just slit your throat open right now."

I heard shouting as my eyelids began to open. My eyes burst open fully as I felt something squeeze tightly around my torso, and as I began to register my surroundings, I felt my face mould into a scowling expression.

"Took you long enough to wake up." He muttered. We certainly weren't in the house any more. It seemed like I was in a wooden cabin sort of place.

"Fuck you." I snarled as he crouched to my level, grabbing onto something next to me.
I diverted my attention towards where he was looking, and saw heavy duty rope wrapped around my stomach and rib cage.

I turned my head and noticed that the rope was wrapped around the pipes of the radiator behind me, keeping me tied to it.

Why does he keep looking at it? I thought as Chandler's eyes traced their way over the dried blood on my face- where a scab had formed from the knife scratch I was given.
I tried to move my hands to hit him away, but he grabbed both of my wrists with his hands and smirked at me his usual smirk.

I gritted my teeth audibly as I stared from the masses of duct tape wrapped around my hands to his eyes. I couldn't even separate my hands, let alone swing a decent punch.

"What are you gonna do? Knock me out?" He sniggered, putting my bound hands back onto my lap.

"LMMPHHH GPMPHHHH." I turned to the side as I heard someone scream out, their dialect distorted through the gag kept tightly over their mouth.

"Oh my god." I whispered, looking at the girl who was tied from her hands to a hook on the ceiling, her long blonde hair swaying across her back as she attempted to shake herself out of the ropes. Her trainers hardly touched the floor as she was pulled up so tightly by the rope tied around her hands.

"Chmph...mm srrrpphhh." She begged, tears forming in her emerald eyes.

"Sorry, April. I can't hear you...try a little louder." I watched him as he stood up and pushed back his black jacket, revealing his holster which contained various weapons, as the girl- April- sobbed through her gag.

I blinked rapidly, trying to register what was happening- whether it was real or not.

"You know what you've done wrong, April. You can't try denying it to me." He spoke, running his fingers over the weapons, as if to make his selection.

"And you know well enough," Chandler smirked a little to himself, and my eyes followed his hand as he picked out a large knife- the kind that would be used to cut tough vegetables.

"That when you break my rules, you pay." He stood up straight, staring at the knife as he put his other hand under his chin in thought. "But you don't know how to pay. Isn't that right, April?"

I remained silent, my eyes glancing between the two, trying to make sense of their 'relationship'.

Almost as if he read my mind, Chandler turned to me. "This bitch here owed me money. She had done for...quite a while." He said, pointing the knife towards her as he told me. "She kept promising 'Oh, Chandler, I'll give it back. Just give me a little longer.' I let her off at first...she told me she needed it, so I believed her."