A Visit To Remember *ON HOLD*

Chapter 5 - 'We're already here.'

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It's chapter five and this is where things get a bit confusing if you don't pay attention and read properly. This will showcase memories of Avril's past and also we are introducing new characters.

So I hope you like it, my little muffins and don't be afraid to ask questions in the comment section.

Love you and enjoy (╯3╰)

What to do?

Sighing heavily in dismay, I took another look at the spineless and fearful man tied to the chair in front of me. Suddenly, he let out a strangled cry probably trying to catch the attention of a passerby or bystander.

"I would shut up if I were you."

Issac growled in frustration and annoyance which made our captive shake in fear. The smirk on my face widened in satisfaction at his obvious fear of what we could do to him.

"I'm not going to ask again, what is Timothea planning?" Issac questioned coldly as be twirled a small army knife in his hand.

"How should I know?" He answered with a question which was starting to get on my nerves.

"Enough!" I yelled which made them both look in my direction, "This is not working. It's my turn to try." I grinned, the sickly sweet smile on my face made Glenn gulp.

Slowly, I used my hands to peel the dark contacts away from my iris' which revealed the true colour of my eyes. Then I grabbed the pliers from the metal table beside me and stalked towards Glenn, who was now shaking like a leaf.

"Glenn...my old pal. Did you miss me?" I questioned and his eyes widened in shock and fear. He gulp loudly making me chuckle darkly.

"I-It's y-you..." He stuttered frightened, I'm pretty sure he pissed himself already.

"Yes...it's me. Now, 'me' wants some answers and when 'me' don't get answers, 'me' get very angry." I spoke in a babyish voice and he gritted his teeth in anger.

"So...tell me what is Timothea planning this time?"

"Why should I tell you?!" He asked furiously while I clenched my jaw in anger.

Roughly, I grasped onto his right hand that was tied onto the arm of a wooden chair and applied pressure onto his wrist causing him to wince. I brought the pliers within his line of vision which made him gulp but he still resisted.

I attached the pliers to one of his fingernails and gripped the handles of the pliers tightly which drew a scream from his lips.

"Last time I'm asking, what is Timothea planning?"

"Go. To. Hell." Glenn spat out in disgust and I smirked.

"We're already here."

I stated darkly before I gripped the handle tighter and yanked. A scream ripped through Glenn's throat which sliced through the silence that hung in the air. Blood dripped from were his fingernail used to be and onto the floor. His hands shook in pain and tears streamed down his face as he cried out in pain.

Growling, I sent a glare in his direction while muttering a string of curses that would make a sailor blush.

"Tell me, dammit!" I yelled at him in fury making him shake.

"Never." He whispered defiantly while trying to fight the pain in his finger. It was then that I knew I had to step it up a notch.

"Fine." I replied coldly then turned to face Issac, who was standing in the corner of the room with a grin on his face.