"I Couldn't Stop..."

Chapter 3

I didn't have much time to think. He was already behind me and rapped his giant arm around my neck. I couldn't breath.

"You cant die like this." he whispered in my ear. 

I could feel him smiling through his words.

"You should feel what the others felt, the ones you brought to me. The ones YOU killed." 

I shivered at this. He was right. I am the one who brought the to their deaths. How could I. I stopped fighting. 

"That's my girl." he said dragging me down to the basement.

I should have been stronger. I really should've been stronger. He laid me don on a table and hand cuffed me to it. The fear of death returned at this moment but I stuffed it back down inside me. I wasn't going out like this. Not by him. He turned back to go to his table of toys. I knew how these straps worked so i wiggled my hand out. Good thing for tiny hands. I wiggled the other and my hands were free. He turned around and i hid my hands. 

"This is my favorite blade, killed my first with her. An the blood was so beautiful. So rich and creamy." he said gloating. 

Oh he was sick and down right gross. I couldn't handle it anymore. I flung my hands at hi to try and take his blade. He was startled so luckily it dropped into my hands. I gripped it tight, tighter then i have gripped anything at all. Then started flinging it around. He was so pissed, pissed as a bull when they see red.