The Pet🐾 (Completed)

Chapter 10

Ashley

I found myself relaxing again, leaning against the wall. I had picked up a rock a while ago and started drawing with it—mostly just scribbles. I drew my family, my friend Sophia, and, for some reason, Jasper. I wondered what he was doing right now, probably sitting in the middle of my apartment.

A moment later, I heard footsteps. They got louder and louder—and so did my heartbeat. As soon as the footsteps reached the cell door, I cringed. It was the psychopath from last time. He'd come down to pay me a little visit.

"Well, well," I heard him say. "Looks like someone got bored, you know." He leaned closer and started pushing his head through the bars. "I could come in there and show you a good time," he said.

I looked at him, disgusted. "That is the dumbest thing ever. I'd rather die in a fire than ever be with you," I said.

He pounded a fist on the door and pulled his face back. Then he started pacing in circles, probably out of anger.
"Aww, what did I do to make the little puppy mad?" I said, standing up.

He grabbed the door and pounded even harder. "You know, if you make me any angrier, I'm going to have to come in there and spank you," he said, a devilish smile on his face.

I still held the rock behind me as I stepped forward. "If you even take one foot near me, I will stab you with my silver knife." Silver is for werewolves, right? Oh god, I hope it is—or I'll look like an idiot.

He stepped back a little, thinking. "No way you have one in there," he muttered. "You couldn't hide it—your clothes are too thin." He reassured himself.

I took another step closer, making the craziest face I could.
"I hid it under my shirt, and nobody saw it. Want to be the first to feel it slicing across your throat?" I started moving closer to the door, stabbing back with my words. "And the feeling of all the blood in your body draining slowly until you die?" I banged the rock on the door. "Do you want to try me?"

The psycho stumbled back, hitting the other side of the narrow hallway. He looked up the stairs, then back at me, and started running. For a moment, I felt victorious. I felt like I might make it out of this with my sanity intact.

But it didn't last long. About ten minutes later, I heard two sets of footsteps coming toward the door. This time, my heartbeat stayed steady. I wasn't scared at all. I stood, holding my rock behind me, ready.

The footsteps stopped at the door. I saw the weak man—and the psycho behind him.
"I swear I heard metal clang against the door. She has to have hidden it well," the psycho said to the weak guy.

The weak guy looked at him, then back at me. He huffed and started unlocking the door. I tightened my grip on the rock behind me.

Once he finally opened the door, he stepped in, taking up almost the whole cell.
"Strip," he commanded.

What? Is this guy nuts? I wasn't stripping. I just looked at him, confused.
"What? Why?" I asked.

He stared at me with a hard face.
"You don't get to ask questions. Strip. Now. Don't make me ask a third time, or I'll rip those clothes off for you," he said.

Disgusted, I dropped the rock behind me and looked up into his eyes. My own started to water as I slowly removed my pajama shorts, dropping them to the floor. I looked up at him, silently pleading. He just waited. I began to take off my shirt, grateful I had a sports bra on.

Once my shirt was off, I threw it at the weak guy and tried to cover myself with my arms. It was futile—there was always some skin exposed. The weak man looked me over and said, "Now spin around once for me," twirling his finger in the air.

I slowly waddled and spun once, feeling both the weak guy's eyes and the psycho's on me. Once I faced the weak man again, tears ready to fall, he didn't even look at me. He picked up my pants off the floor and stepped out of the cell. As he locked the door, he said,
"You can get these back if you're a good little prisoner."

The psycho spat into my cage and sneered.
"I tried you," he said smugly before walking away.