Insane

Psycho (part 3/3)

When I regained consciousness, I was tied up in a standing position. My feet were chained together and my hands chained to the ceiling. I had to admit I had been more comfortable in my life than on my tiptoes to have a three centimeter loose on the chains that where tied to my wrists.

Finally, you're coming back to yourself! she snapped at me, annoyed.

It was still that psycho babydoll.

Babydoll...

Don't! she snapped at me. Don't you dare nicknaming me! I always knew you were afraid, but there's a limit to pathetic now, please don't cross it!

I choked a laugh as she came towards me, threatening-style, pulling a rolling counter behind her with a bat, a knife and a whip. She had the base, but not much of it. She had the very leasts of base. For torture, I mean. Because that's what all this was about.

So, I'm going to take from you every single thing you know about my baby Jokey, then I'm going to kill you, and go back to him I had no choice but to kill you, that you had turned rogue, and that you were their little lap dog. What do you think? she added, lifting her head to look at me.

He'll never believe you, I laughed, which got me a slap. I gave her an arrogant look as I turned my head back to look at her. Is that all you've got? I laughed. We've been playing torture games here for years now, you think that girlish slap of yours will make me shiver? Idiot!

You're right, I'm too nice with you, she said, turning back to her troller hesitating on which of her three "weapons" she should use first. She went for the bat.

And she hit me. It cut my breathe, but I didn't say a word. She took a damn pleasure beating me up, saying she would have me scream, beg for no more. She kept asking me more and more about the Jokey, but I said nothing. I just closed my eyes and let her go, my mouth shut.

And when you're dead, I will be the uncontested Queen. I will rule by the Jokey's side. We will be a thing and you won't even be a souvenir anymore!

No, I snapped, eyes opened, staring at her. She looked terribly surprised and turned a bit whiter than she already was. Never will you ever be the Queen. Never will ever Jokey love you again, if he has even ever had! You have nothing for anyone to remember, and for that you will be forgotten. You can't even torture someone at all!

She screamed and took her knife - the only weapon she had not used yet - and stabbed me with it between the ribs on the upper left side. I choked on blood - that I plus or less accidentally spat in her face - and had a smile.

You seem to be getting it, I pointed out, encouraging. Too bad isn't it, that I'm tired to play! I added, to keep her close as my words were only whispers as I was missing air, which also distracted her from the fact I had now no more shoes.

I took a grab of my chains with my hands as she made a face, but she didn't have the time to do anything that I puled myself up and caught her by the neck with my legs, with the firm intention of choking her to death. She was debating and debating, scratching me and hitting me as she could not exactly bite me. And I held as good as I could, but I was seriously starting to miss air and weaken. She must have felt it, because she stabbed her dagger straight into my stomach. I had a completely mad laugh, out loud. And there was my missing energy: madness.  I usually tried not to have it implied, as madness was like chaos. But she had just pushed it too far. At least, I didn't still have her dagger in my stomach. But in an instant, she dropped it and all her body relaxed. I held her long enough to be able to take the key out of her pocket then let her fall. I saw that she had a dagger in the head. Of course, one can hardly live in such conditions. I pulled on my chains again and lifted my legs to grab them with my legs as well. I grabbed the keys with my hand from my toes and unlocked my chains, that were now covered in m my blood. And slippy. I would have been able to catch myself on my knees and elbows, but I barely had time to fall. Someone caught me.