(COMPLETED STORY) {WATTYS #2018} Mythical creatures you only hear about them in story books and see in movies, there is so many different versions of the same few creatures.
When you were little you believe they actually exist and as you grow up yo...
I was awaken suddenly by being dragged out of bed by my ankles, dragging me on the cement while I screamed in fear. I tried to hold onto the door frame but was pulled harshly. I attempted to kicked whoever was pulling me or even look back at who this person was but before I was able to sneak a peak a foot kicked my face knocking me out completely.
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I open my eyes slowly realizing I was hanging with chains attached to my wrists, my toes tip toeing on the floor, my arms wide open. I look around the surrounding area seeing a small window, and a door. I then notice a tray of tools, blades and syringes. I began to panic attempting to pull my arms down but was to weak to break them. Then the door opened and in came James wearing a white muscled shirt, with black sweats. He closed the door behind him, locking it of coarse when he turned to face me.
"I hate seeing you like this Denice but I have to do this." His voice whispered turning his head away.
"Why you doing this to me? I thought you're going to kill me?" I asked letting my tears fall. I think I'm his emotional break, that I affected him these past few days I've been here. Even though he hurt me, almost killed me, I believe I can get out of here alive. So I thought.
"Because I love seeing you in pain. I love hearing you scream, cry, bleed. So today you're dying. I'm gonna watch you burn alive once the sun raises high in the sky and you're sister is going to watch. Because that's her punishment." He yelled banging the jack hammer on the tray in front of him.
"What did she do to deserve this?" I asked. I look at my wrists and see that they're bruised and bleeding out when James turned to look at me.
"Because she disobeyed one of the guys. So he's having some fun with her all morning. As for me, I get to torture you one last time." He smirks walking closer to me with a syringe in one hand and a blade in the other. I begin to cry letting the tears fall extremely when he started to bite his lip gliding the blade across my chest.
Maybe I'm better off dead, I thought.
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