This is life.

29 ➤ Strange

I groaned as I opened my eyes. How long have I been out of it? I looked around the room and didn't really feel surprised when I saw that I'm still in their playroom, but my eyes locked with my arm when I see multiple large cuts. They were fresh, I could tell by the way my flesh was stinging. The skin around my cuts were a dark purple and it terrified me even more, with the thought of getting an infection. I panicked and cried loudly. They cut me? They fucking cut me? What the hell? I didn't want to look at the rest of my body, or my face, I would probably just want to punch the mirror. I didn't even need one to know that looked like shit. "Nicole!" I screamed out loud. Maybe she knows what happened, I hope for my sake she's around right now. "Nicole!" I yelled again desperately. She didn't reply. She wasn't here. But I bet she's watching me with pity and laughing at how pathetically scared I look right now. Fucking unhelpful bitch.

I cried and cried as loud as I could, longing for help. "Let me go...let me go..." I repeated in ragged whispers. The door suddenly opened and Amy came in. she was wearing denim shorts, despite the weather, and a leather jacket. "Oh, finally up." Amy said cheerfully with a smile. "What- what did you do to my arm!?" I yelled, it came out more of like a genuine question because my throat was too dry and my throat was too sore to properly shout, I must seem harmless right now. "Aw yeah," She chuckled. "I'm sorry but Channing wasn't here to satisfy me and you were too delectable to resist, I couldn't help myself." She said. What? Is this a regular thing for them? To cut each other? What kind of sick game is that!? Come to think of it I didn't even notice any scars on his arms. "You guys...cut each other?" I asked hesitantly. "No silly. It's just me." Amy said as she sat down on the bed. I try my best to move away from her but of course, I could barely move myself in my position right now.

"I don't cut just for the fun of it." She said obliviously. "Then why!?" I asked angrily. Like I didn't have enough scars and bruises on my body. My self-inflicted wounds were left alone on my other arm, thank god, and I didn't have to move to know it was still painful. "This might seem a bit disturbing." She warned. I rolled my eyes. She's warning me that this might be disturbing? I've been kidnapped, led on by a straight woman and found out that I have multiple personalities, how much more disturbing can this possibly get? "I have renfeild's syndrome." Amy said. Renfeild's syndrome? Sounds fake to me. "What the fuck is that!? Some sick obsession to cut someone!?" I yelled.

"Renfeild syndrome is an illness where a person, in this case me, is addicted to drinking blood." I almost vomited, if I had anything in my stomach I'm sure I would have. Did I hear that quite right? That is disgusting. Absolutely sick. She drank my blood. My blood. "It's been four days." She interrupted my thoughts. I've been out for four days? How did I even sleep? "Channing's been out for four days, I had to do something to satisfy myself." She said sheepishly with a shrug, somewhat explaining herself.

"Drink your own damn blood, freak, I didn't donate mine to you, nor will I ever." I growled indignantly, not caring how rude I was being. She laughed. "Honey what do you think I've been doing?" She rolled her sleeve up and I saw a large bandage covering her entire forearm, it was pink due to blood seeping through it. "For some reason my own blood doesn't quite...put me off. Channing on the other hand, heaven." I couldn't stop starring at her arm until she pulled her sleeve down. "And yours...don't tell Channing." She smirked as she licked her lips. I'm guessing I tasted delicious to her. Oh god gross. "I have to have about half a glass a day, or else I get drowsy and weak, my body has grown accustomed to it and it's kind of become a necessity." She continued. "You're sick." I cried out. "Watch it." She sneered. She pulled out a pocket knife from her jacket and flicked it open. She suddenly sat on top of me and I widened my eyes. "Wait- what are you doing!?"

Before I could protest any further she pinned my arm down and brought the knife to my arm and I gasped in pain as she slid it down harshly on a new, used to be woundless area. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to prevent tears of hurt coming out. After she brought the blade away from my arm she licked the wound and fresh blood like a cat before she started sucked on it hard. I groaned loudly in pain. This is far from normal. This is sickening, almost repulsive. How could someone drink someone else's blood? I refuse to believe it! Yet here I am, being sucked off by this bitch right here. She sucked so hard that I was beginning to think she was going to suck me of all I had in my body, I can feel myself feeling more and more lightheaded.