CoryxKenshin: Samurai Dreaming *finished*

23•Fine•

Charlie used his middle finger to press down on the trigger.

Bang.

He stared at the gun in confusion, realizing that he grabbed one of his fake guns that he used in his skits. He threw the gun down and grabbed Cory by his hair and slammed him on the floor, making him drop the pole he had earlier. Cory kicked Charlie's head from below him, hitting the ear that was bleeding. In the midst of their fight, the door to the basement clicked and their heads snapped immediately to the door. A few seconds later, the door swings open, making the door knob hit and dent the wall behind it. Giselle stepped right outside and looked at the two. She took a deep breath and made a run for it. She ran past Charlie and headed towards the main door. She tried to open it but it was locked from the outside and the locks on the inside were removed. She turned around to see a passed out Cory and and angry Charlie stomping towards her. She ran to the stairs and made a break for his bedroom. She ran to the window questioning if she should jump or not. Charlie came stomping in the room with the pole that Cory had. She took the leap of faith and landed safely, but injured. She fell on the hood of Cory's car and sprained her ankle and twisted her wrist. She looked up at the window and Charlie was gone. She saw the front door open and Charlie came outside waving the pole at her. Giselle panicked and rolled off the car and tried running to a neighbor, but she was too slow. Charlie hit the side of her head, then covered her mouth while dragging her back to the basement by her neck.

•Downstairs•

This entire plan was a wreck. I can't blame Cory though. He did what he could and so did I. Charlie put a whole lot of force into dragging me by my hair, and I didn't even try to struggle. He threw my head against the pole in the basement. He jumped down the stairs making the ground shake a little. He walks over to me and tried to hand cuff me to the pole but I snatched my hands away before he could touch them. He kicked my back so that my chest was pressing the floor and pulled my arms back. He swiftly put the handcuffs on my wrists while I continued to struggle but the movements doesn't seem to be a problem for him. I tug on the handcuffs violently until I felt my skin rip. I felt my blood run down the back of my hands and between my fingers. He was just standing there. Laughing. Enjoying my pain. He went back upstairs and slammed the door. There was no light source in the room. Just pure darkness. A deep scream came from upstairs snapping me out of my thoughts. That was probably Cory. For now I just need him alive. He won't need to worry about me. I'm fine. Perfectly fine.

>>Guys I'm running out of ideas and the book might end soon if I don't brainstorm a new fucking situation so pm me new events that could happen later in the book if you want it to continue 🖤🖤🖤<<