Don't Keep the Lights On

Chapter 13

"Good show...very good show indeed." The Puppeteer smiled maliciously. He put a finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. I glared into his eyes and bit his arm. "Ow!" He growled. With a fling of his arm, he sent me flying onto the wall. "Ugh..." I groaned, sitting up. Hannah crawled over to me and put a hand on my arm. "Hannah..." I said, hugging her tightly. She smiled sadly as we pulled away. She wiped away her tears and tapped my chin. I touched it. The puppeteer's fingernail had cut through the skin, leaving a red mark.

"Hannah? What's wrong?" I asked. Tears leaked out of her eyes silently. She opened her mouth. I retched in a small hole not far from where I was sitting. Her tongue had been completely mutilated. "Hannah!" I cried, wrapping her in my arms again. I felt a kick at my side. I looked up and unsurprisingly, it was the Puppeteer. "Shut up! Or do you want your tongue gone as well, hmm?" He asked. I started sobbing. "Why did you do that? We never disturbed you...a lot." 

The Puppeteer gave the same creepy grin. "Ohh, Madison....surely Hannah will know the answer. Oh wait, she can't give it to you. How sad." He said. This was torture. "Now, go to sleep. When you wake up again, I will bring you all a meal." The Puppeteer gave us one last wink and disappeared behind a door. My slumbers brought disturbing dreams, and before he was back, I was awake. I decided to keep quiet and I dared not to sit up, because he told us to sleep.

My eyes scanned the room for any sign of escape, and they fell on a book. The book.