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Chapter 3
House of Hell
When I finally woke up...Again...we pulled up to a big house, almost the size of a mansion.
I wish I could yell but when I opened my mouth....nothing came out.
I could feel someone carrying me, bridle style, into the huge house. My vision was still blurry.
I caught a glimpse of the 1st floor and it was amazingly huge.
Then I was up the stairs, to weak to do anything but talk.
"What's your name...and what are you doing to me!" I tried to screech.
"Why should I tell you, emo girl?!" he screamed.
I knew he was stronger than me, so why put up a fight. "You are such a fagface!!" I yelled.
"Why are you acting like a stupid blonde?!?!" he screamed back.
"What the hell did you just call me, I am not a blonde!!!!" I shrieked.
"Sure are acting like one!!" he screamed.
"Well....your worse than a blonde ken doll, you're just a pretty boy!!"
"Was that supposed to be an insult cause I took it as a compliment. What kind of comeback was that."
he smirked.
"What kind of come-back was your come back." I yelled.
With all the shouting and fighting, I didn't notice wear we were going.
The next minute, he dropped me on a soft bed, just then I bit his hand. He shot me a glare.
"You really think that can hurt me? "He asked.
"No but I had to try!! "I screamed almost gagging from the taste of his hand.
Garlic.
He walked out of the small room and I heard him yell to his bulky friend
"lock the door, she's a tough one".
"Alright boss", he replied.
Then there was a noise. *CLATCH*. The lock inserted. I walked over to the metal door and banged with my fists clenched.
"Let me out you idiots!?! "I screamed.
It was no use, like they were going to let me out. I slid down to the floor and just sat there against the door, waiting to see if someone would come.
I fell asleep for an hour or two, I couldn't tell cause there was no window in the room.
Only a bed, dresser, a lamp and a bathroom. I was starving, no lunch and no dinner, did these people want me to die. There was a knock at the door.
I turned my head to see who was coming, the door swung open and a pale, muscular, teenager barged in.
The first thing that came to my mind was "he is so HOT!!!"
then I thought " oh wait it's the fagface",
"how could I be thinking about his looks" I murmered .
I shook my head and rubbed my eyes, then got up and walked over to him.
"Here's your food"
he said. Handing me a silver tray holding pasta and meatballs with a soda.
I took the tray gradually.
"Thanks" I mumbled.
I took the tray and sat on the bed to eat. He stood there with his crystal blue eyes staring at me.
I put my spoon full of pasta down and finished swallowing.
"Why are you staring at me?" I asked.
"I'm not staring at you!!!"
I countered with "Whatever, now why did you guys take me here?"
he replied, "1. You ask too many questions for a girl and 2. You don't need to know, you'll find out later, in the future".
"At least tell me your names?" I asked.
He replied, "Fine, I'm Anthony, you know my brother Joseph and the other guy is Tom, he's the body builder looking guy, now you know. This was your class for the day."
"Hold on another question, Why Am I Here?" I say.
He groans, "I already told you class is done."
I say, "No, It isn't, now tell me or I'll um... I got nothing."
He chuckled, and murmured something I couldn't hear.
I quickly blurted," I got it!!!If you don't tell me I'll..."
I was cut short by the closing of the door. Who cares if he's the hottest boy in the world,
I'm gonna rip that pretty boys head of his into shreds.
He is going to die a pain full death, Ill make sure of it. I had a plan so I did what I do best. I started hitting the door yelling,
" Hello, Let me out! This is Inhumane."
Again and again yet to no prevail. I decided to take a different route,
"Hey, Tom tell me about your self."
No Response I was expecting some cricket sound effects, then to my prevail he spoke,
" What do you want to know".
"how did you end up working for the snob" I replied.
"What kind of question is that?" he said.
"A question I want an answer to".
"Touché" he said.
"He's useless"
I muttered under my breath. Dead silence for the next hour. Then, he finally replied with a nonchalont (sp??) awnser.
