Stuck Stuck (RECONSTRUCTING)

Four- Park

This chapter was a little harder to write, it was sort of difficult to transition Park in, but I hope I did a good job. As always, leave me some feedback in the comments!! :D

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The men were pulling me, each had a hand around my elbow.

"What the fuck is this?" I asked when an RV came into view. I was promptly punched in the mouth.

"My girl's in there sleeping, and she had a rough night the other day, if you so much as breathe before we get to the bedroom and she's woken up, I'll slit your throat like a pez." 

I have no doubt in his threat, something tells me he'd be more than happy to do this. An image goes through my head of a dirty girl laying inside a filthy trailer, I imagine her close to twenty and make-up that's caked on and smudged along with dyed hair with visible roots. I shiver at the disgusting image and nod to the man.

"Rob, what if she's awake?" Arnold asked, keeping a more than necessary grip on my arm.

"If she is, we'll have to take this little party elsewhere, I don't want a repeat of last night."

Just hearing this man speak, I'm starting to see he has whatever freaks like him call 'love', for this girl. 

The two exchange a nod and I keep quiet, wanting to hold off becoming a candy dispenser. They open the trailer door slowly and pull me inside. I hear one of them whisper something that I assumed was 'She's out.'

They start to guide me along but I stopped in mid-step, my eyes falling on a figure curled up on a seat, ear-buds in her ears.

Instantly I regret my previous thought, this girl was nothing like I had imagined. She looked like she was maybe 15 and had the most puriest features I had ever seen. With her eyes closed I could tell they were probably stunning. Chocolate hair like silk was sprawled out around her on the plastic covering of the booth, her hand underneath her head and a finger tip from her other slightly in her mouth as though she was chewing on it.

I caught my breath and Rob yanked harder on me, forcing me to follow them to the back you.

"Better wipe that fucking drool from your mouth, boy." He says once we're inside the room with the door safely closed behind us. I close my still gaping mouth and clear my throat.

"That's your daughter?" I ask meekly. I'm not one to be afraid of much things, but I can tell disrespecting this man would mean candy coming from my neck.

He ignores my question completely and Arnold shoves me down hard onto the bed. They take seats opposite of me on the other side of the mattress.

"What's your name?" Rob asks while Arnold grabs a notebook from a drawer and flips to the very last page, pen in hand.

"Park." I say evenly.

"Park? Is that short for something?"

I grit my teeth.

"No."

"Well, Park," He starts, shifting his position on the bed and getting more comfortable. "I like you, and I think I can speak for, Arnold here and say he likes you too."

Arnold nods from behind the book, confirming it.

"But, you see, liking you is one thing, I need to know if you're worth the headache I'm willing to put myself through."

I honestly have no idea what these men are talking about, and I'm seriously considering taking whatever drug they're on if it gives you this good of a trip.

"I'm sorry, what exactly is it you're wanting from me?"

"I'm glad you asked that, Park. You see, my brother and I here, are serial killers."

My eyes widen with shock, my heart taking up speed. Were they giving me a way out, was that it? They wouldn't kill me if I did something for them? Name it, I'd do it. Especially if it was that girl in there... 

I shook the perverted thoughts away and he continued.

"Now, that having been said, I have no intentions on killing you, if , you can pass my test. Like I said, avoiding headaches is the number one thing."

I nod, keeping my mouth shut.

"Then let us get started, shall we?"

He puts his hand out, asking for the book from Arnold and it's given to him. He clears his throat and gives me an odd smile, one that doesn't belong on a harsh face like that.

"Do you have parent's, Park?"

"They're dead." To me. I finish silently.

"Any family that would miss you if you were gone?"

"None."

"Job?"

"Unemployed." I sigh, seeing this is going to take a long time. I wriggle on the bed, pushing my back against the wall to rest.

"Any close friends?"

"I prefer solitude."

"Huh, is that so. How old are you, Park?"

"Just turned twenty-two." I give another, more heated, sigh and stare at the ceiling, getting a little aggravated. Rob slaps the book closed and smiles.

"Well then, welcome aboard." He reaches out his hand to shake mine but remembers they're secured behind me, he chuckles and pulls his arm back.

"Aboard what?" I snap, more confused and frustrated than ever.

"I guess I should really explain a little better, now as I said, Arnold and I like to get our rocks off by slittin' a few throats every now and again. Now, the best way we do this is bringing them back here, but Junie in there doesn't like that, so I need to toughen her up. You're going to be in charge with not only keeping her in line, but forcing her to choose each and every one of our victims."

A normal person would have cried, pleaded, raged, shown any emotion to this sort of situation, but instead I just sat there. I didn't find this unsatisfying at all... In fact, something inside me stirred at the thought. I often find myself running away from people, trying my best not to get alone with them, because the thoughts I have about them are just as sinister as the actions these two preform.

"I'm doing this because one way or the other, she's going to get her head out of her ass and learn to be a woman, and what better person to make a woman, than a man?" 

A shiver slides down my spine and suddenly I'm not liking the way this is going. Is this man really asking me to control his daughter? I can hear the unspoken words between what he's really saying-He wants her to become a killer.

"What else would you like me to do to her?" I ask, my body going stiff. He gives a chuckle and leans in close to my face.

"Anything your little heart desires, just don't let me hear the details." He laughs and gives me a wink, pulling away. I can't help but imagine being with the beautiful girl in there, as sick as it feels.

"Now, we're heading off to bed, you can sleep out there. There's a pull out full-bed but Junie's too afraid to sleep on it, she's scared she'll fall off. Maybe you can change her mind." I hear the clear words in his tone and nod. "And if you try to leave, Park, we'll track your ass down."

Believe me, I had no intentions on leaving.