Barely Holding On

Suprise Meeting

I struggled as he pinned me agianst the wall and buckled me in. He tightened the buckles on me as i sat up against the wall, just hanging there. He gave me a death gaze and walked out of the room.

About fifteen minutes later he walks back in, with a whole table on wheels. He has so many different tools on the table and half of them I have never seen in my life. "W-W-What are you gonna do with those t-tools?" I said with shivers going down my spine. He took the blowtorch and heated up his scaple. He then took off my shirt and shorts.

The man grabbed his red hot scaple and dug deep into the side of my stomach and glided it slowly through my skin toward my belly button. I screamed with pain and he jerked the scaple deeper into my skin. He then looked at me and said "Everytime you scream, I'm shoving the knife deeper in your stomach." I then spit on his mask. "Oh you have an attitude I see. You know what I do to bad girls like you?" He put the scaple down and picked up a lighter. He took the lighter and guided it over my opened wound slowly over and over again. I flinched with pain every time it ran over the first stab. An alarm sounded again and he threw down the lighter and took off his gloves "Damn Krystal Bitch" he said as he ran out the door.

''Oh my god! Krystal is here! I have to find her." I mumbled to myself. I jerked as hard as I could to loosen when *PLOP* I fell on the floor because the belts snapped. I right away got up and ran out the door when I entered a hallway. As I slowly and cautiously walked down the hallway I closly examined the pictures on the wall. They weren't really family pictures though, they were all news stories about past deaths, I have a feeling they are news stories about people he has killed...