A Ride to Death

Chapter 2: The Ride Begins

"Love is a reciprocal torture" -Marcel Proust

Lucas

Weeks. I've been stuck in this abandoned warehouse for weeks with no way of escaping while my body is viciously bruised.

I heard the door creak when somone came in carrying a knife.

Her. I knew their schemes. Their secrets. That's why they locked me up in this hell.

"What do you need from me?!" I demanded.

"Lucas, Lucas, Lucas. You are such a disappointment, do you hear that? We always thought you were fearless. The brave guy. But seeing you here right now?" a grin formed in her lips. "It makes me sick. It makes me feel very superior."

"I am not scared of you."

She laughed, a sarcastic one.

"You see Lucas, nobody's looking for you. You've been forgotten. Erased from this crazy town." she teased.

"Th-that's not true." I stammered.

"What? You think your girlfriend is looking for you? Oh wait, let me rephrase tha-"

I cut her off. "Just kill me, you devil!"

"Patience, patience. I'm having a lot of fun with our chit chat Lucas. But don't you worry, I was planning to kill you." she sneered.

She marched towards me and dragged me to a corner. She took my arm aggressively.

I have no idea what she was planning to do, but I didn't strive to escape. I stayed motionless as I gave her permission to murder me.

Using the knife, she peeled off my skin while wearing the most evil smile I never thought I would see. Blood trickled down from my arm as I cried with agony.

"How does it feel Lucas? How does it feel being weak?! Huh?!" she declared.

I glanced at my arms and legs and I couldn't stop screaming. Blood.

She took the knife and stabbed it through my stomach. I yelped with too much pain as she twisted the blade inside.

"AHHHHH!" I unstoppably screamed.

She laughed wickedly as she pulled out the knife and stabbed me another time. And again. And again. And again. Every jab became more painful.

Next thing I knew, she placed me inside a plastic. I heard cars moving. And minutes after, I could smell the scent of the school. I wanted to shout. To ask for help. But it seemed like I lost my voice and my eyes started to close.

I woke up and I was in a dark room again. But one thing for sure is that I am in school, not in the hell-like warehouse where they tortured me.

My body was stagnant, almost half-dead. Once again, I looked at my body which was skinless.

I have no idea how I can still breath and live.

Abruptly, she came in, wearing her uniform this time, and having a ferocious expression.

"GO TO HELL!" were the last words I heard when she chopped my head away.

And there was darkness.

Total darkness.

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Ella's POV

I found myself on a clinic bed. On my left was Tyler, my bestfriend, staring worriedly at me. I sat up straight and massaged my temple when I felt a sudden pang of hurt.