Book One- I Don't Understand

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Sam goes into a backroom with a Major while Mark gets a shotgun and loads the bullets. He slings a holster over his shoulder, placing the gun inside. Then other officers order in two choppers, S.W.A.T, and backup. Mark run out the door to his car, hopping into the driver seat whilst the other officers get into military trucks. Mark slams on the gas pedal and revs out the Police Station parking lot and into an empty road. "I'm coming, Jack," he says, looking down at the sketch of Jack Sam drew. He let tears spring into his eyes as he drove faster. "Please be alive."

Warfstache ripped off Jack's shirt and pulled out a small dagger. He held it between his thumb and index finger before smirking and pressing it against Jack's fragile skin. He let out a yep of pain and balled his hands into fists. "No one can save you, Jackie. I'll be back in a few minutes and we are gonna play a little game I like to call : Slice and Dice."
Jack's eyes widened and he began to scream out for help. Warfstache put a hand over his mouth, shushing him. "Nah-ah-ah. You are NOT going to do that anymore. Do it again I'll kill you right here."
Jack bit Warfstache's hand. He took it off Jack's mouth and held it close to his chest as Jack tried to scream again. "FINE," Warfstache yelled. "YOU LEAVE ME NO GODAMN CHOICE."
Warfstache went over to Jack's closet and took out a black hoodie. He cut off the sleeves and smirked as he went back to Jack.
Warfstache balled up one sleeve and tugged on Jack's hair. He opened his mouth and groaned. Warfstache put the sleeve into Jack's mouth, then, used the other sleeve to wrap around his head to keep it in. He stood up and looked at his work. "Finally some peace and quiet."
Jack sighed and watched as Fe walked out with a chain saw, a bloodied spoon and a pistol. His eyes widened at the sight and then Warfstache came out with a dagger, sharp to the touch, a sponge, water, and a body bag. Jack began to frantically flail his hands to get out of the handcuffs but couldn't. Warfstache walked up to Jack and traced the back of the dagger down the side of his face. "We're gonna have fun with you," he whispered.
Jack tried to scream out again but couldn't since the shouts were muffled by the sleeve. Warfstache sat onto Jack's thighs, leaning down and tracing the tip of the dagger onto Jack's chest. He threw his head back and grunted. Warfstache sat back up and grabbed a handful of Jack's hair and pulled it backward to reveal his bare neck, making Jack's face scrunch up. Warfstache put the sharp end of the knife to his neck and pressed. "Any last words?"
Jack felt warm tears slip down his cheeks. Warfstache laughed and began to slid the knife back and forth on Jack's throat.