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Chapter Ten: Insults Are Good

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"He made Moo bleed!"

"I'm about to make you bleed if you don't shut the fuck up!"

"Why the hell are you defending him Luke?! He ain't sane enough to spout, kill him already!"

"Shut up Brian, before I rip that plate off of your face"

"You're goin' soft for a hostage, aren't you, you bitch!"

"Hah! Like you're not going soft for Moo! And I'm not going soft, you fuck! I will kill you where you stand if you don't fuck off."

"Fine. Screw you, Luke" Brian and Luke, eh?

I take a deep breath and roll my neck, sitting up. I'm in a bed. Chill. "Thanks for the bed, Lukey" I giggle, cracking an eye open just to watch both the men jump. "Fuck" Luke murmurs under his breath as Brian storms out. I smirk and sit up a bit, giggling again when I find my wrists are tied to each bedposts, though wrapped in bandages.

"Aw, you do love me" I snicker, but Luke growls in a response. He kicks the door shut and walks over to the bed, kneeling at the end of the bed. "Shut the hell up, bitch" He snorts, and I growl at the nickname. "Untie me and I'll show you how much of a bitch I am" I snarl, baring my teeth. "You go from bubble gum to hard metal don't chya?" Luke scoffs, standing up again and grabbing his gun.

I eye the gun warily and lick my lips. "Fight me" I snap, cracking my back. "Listen up, I want your real name and I want you to shut the hell up. Or I will shoot you" Luke says sternly, growling in the back of his throat. "I'm not telling you nothing" I smirk, licking my lips again. "Really, one of you oughta give me some chapstick"

Luke growls and climbs onto the bed, shoving the gun in my mouth. "Tell me, now" Luke hisses, pulling the gun out of my mouth. "I can't really talk with a gun in my mouth hun" I smirk, winking. Luke presses the gun under my chin. "Name" He growls out. "Ryan" I smirk, still not scared. "But if you call me that, I'll kill you in your sleep"

"You don't call the shots here, Ryan" Luke grins, standing up and heading towards the door. "Oh Luke, you still think you're in charge. That's fucking funny as hell" I giggle a little and shake my head, snickering away. "I have you wrapped around my little finger, and I'm not scared of death. Kill me, torture me, but I'll still fuckin' laugh you off and play you like a puppet" I end it with a snarl.

Luke growls and drops the gun, climbing on the bed and pushing me down by my neck and my chest. "No one fucks me, you little bitch. I would gladly suffocate you right here if I wasn't set on hurting Delirious" Luke smirks and he gets that look in his eye again. "He got pretty mad when I sent him that picture of you"

I bite my lip and lean up, whispering in Luke's ear. "I hope you're not scared of death, Luke. Cause I will end you" I growl, being pushed down with a gasp. Luke chokes me out and smirks, but his face turns cruel and he let's me breathe. "Fuckin' bitch" He growls, slamming his lips into mine"