The Macabre ➸ Psycho C.R.

《18》

GUYS I'M PISSED BECAUSE IT PUBLISHED THE PREVIOUSLY SAVED ONE WITH A WHOLE CHUNK MISSING PLEASE FORGIVE ME

-Darcie-

Steven.

"You know full well that he gets in the way. I've heard him. 'Watch that Chandler, he's not right in the head.' 'Stay away from him.' Why does he have the right to make you stay away from me? I've made it clear. You're mine. You owe me, Darcie, after everything I've done for you."

He walked towards the door, locking it. I whimpered quietly under the tape and Chandler watched me as he picked up a knife from the desk.
I began to squirm as he came towards me with the knife held up in his hand.

He knelt down in front of me and put the knife near my ankle and began sawing at the pull tie. He did the same with the other ankle tie and then moved up to my arms.

"Now," he paused his actions, staring at me. He reached his hand to my face and harshly tore off the tape from over my lips. I groaned as a stinging sensation rushed over my mouth. "Are you going to kill him?"

I stared at his smug face, feeling anger and bitterness brew up inside me.

"He's...all I have."

Chandler laughed. "But you've got me, D. That is...if you do what I say."
I clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes.

"No." I snarled. His smirk disappeared.

"What?" He chuckled slightly. "Sorry, for a moment there I thought you said...'no'."

"That's right. No. I won't do it." I shifted in my chair, anticipating his reaction in slight fear.

Chandler lifted up the knife again and sliced through the remaining pull ties. He then grabbed onto my shirt collar, pulling me up, only leaving me time to gasp before he spat: "You've got a lot of nerve, haven't you? Telling me what you're doing and what you're not."

My breathing was becoming rapid as his eyes burnt into me, looking me up and down in disgust. He was silent for several seconds, just holding me up and close to him. I fucked up.

"You fucking think you can disobey me? AGAIN?" He yelled, throwing me back. I lost my footing and fell sideways, hitting my head on the corner of the chair.

I winced as I pushed myself up, onto my elbows. I raised my hand, gliding it across my eyebrow, realising as I pulled my hand away that the side of my forehead was bleeding even more.

I turned around a little, too scared to move completely and come face to face with him. Chandler was walking towards me with the angriest expression I had ever seen on his face. My eyes widened and I turned around, wincing as I pressed my hurting knee against the hard wooden ground.

I crawled backwards on myself but he got me. He slammed my head down onto the floor and I groaned in pain.
I opened my eyes again only to see a fist flying towards my face. I turned slightly, and he punched the temple of my head sending me into a state of dizziness.

Tears sprung from my eyes as I looked back at him, terrified. His jaw was clenched and his hood had fallen down, leaving his hair sticking out in multiple places from where he had moved quickly.