Bay's POV
"So babe," Damiens demonic, disastrous, voice lingers on my neck. His huge hands grip my waist, pulling me into his chest.
"Where are you going?" His warm breath tickles my ear, and his grip tightens.
"I.. I.. Brady.. And.." I stutter. I wince when Damien's loud voice shatters my eardrum, cutting of my stuttering sentence, shouting, "ANSWER NOW, BITCH!"
I stayed silent as my body stiffened. My eyes slowly closed as my body began to tremble. I felt his nail digging in my sides. My body being lifted. I screamed in agony, as my small body collided with a hard surface. My eyes shot open to the worst image.
Damien. He's standing above me, gun in hands, eyes a beaming red.
"You want to play this the hard way, babe? Then let the games begin." His evil laugh ringing throughout the room. I'd be surprised if everyone in the area didn't hear it.
My heart ran miles in my chest. Falling at the sound of the gun being cocked. My eyes fell heavy. My heart lost it's pace, running a little faster each time the gun is shot.
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
The shots were finally done with. The waiting, over. But now comes the worst part.
Pain.
The pain ran through me like sparks of electricity through a wire. Like lightning lighting up the dull black sky during a storm. Like cars and trucks racing on the highway, hungry to reach their destination.
Warm blood oozed out of my arm, like three rivers flowing into an ocean. The carpet is going to be permanently stained, like cherry juice has beed poured over it.
I'm losing an excruciating amount of blood. I try to fight the closing of my eyes. I try to think of anything but nothingness.
I'm trying so hard.
Nothing's working...
I give up.
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Torn to Pieces
Teen Fiction"What's your name sweetheart?" He asked with a hint of evil in his voice. I refused to answer. I will not give in to anything he is trying to pull. "I asked you a question. Answer it." He raised his voice. I laughed deeply, "My name.. Is none of yo...
