Devil's Night

Inspection

Chris POV

"Ricky! Rick! Help me! Please!" I pleaded as I was being dragged off.

 But he just stared at me with that hollow expression from before while I was being hauled away by these beasts. I didn't even see my friend when I gazed into his eyes, just a stranger staring back at me in terror. As I fought, from the corner of my eye, I  watched him turn away from the sight of me. How could he in my time of need? I felt so betrayed but maybe I am just being irrational. I didn't know what to think anymore but now was not the time to get lost in my head.

Once I was outside of the truck, they slam the door shut again. I could see that we were pulled over next to the freeway in what seemed like nowhere in the dead of night. My breathing was rapid, close to hyperventilating and I was beginning to feel faint. I was just expecting one of them to pull out a gun and just take me out. I just hoped that if they did, they'd be effective but when I waited for it, nothing. I stood there for a moment, gazing into the eyes of the man with the bright golden hair. He nodded at me and within a second's time I was forced down onto my knees, the gravel smashing into my joints making me more uncomfortable than I already was. The two men held me firm and when I looked up at the slender one, I  wanted to preach every profanity I knew but I held my tongue for my own sake. He stepped back and snapped his fingers to catch the guards attention.

"Strip him." He commanded in a deep and emotionless tone.

The man closest to me pulled out an army knife from his belt line and in one swift motion cut the zip ties securing my wrists. I could feel tingling as my blood rushed back to my fingers due to the binds being too tight.

As soon as my arms were released, the man grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled it back choking me. Holding my shirt as he pulled, I tried and get a breath of air as I tugged on the shirt. Using the knife, he slit the end and then ripped it apart, exposing my back. It fell to my waist, leaving my upper half naked and I began shivering as the cold wind blew up against my pale skin. Once I was half stripped. Both of them, one of each side of me, took my wrists and shoulders to hold me back for inspection.

I looked up to see that the blonde one had a smart ass look on face, looking down at me as if he wanted to burst out laughing. I suppose he enjoyed seeing me humiliated and so vulnerable to him. 

"What the hell are you looking at?" I spat at him, trying to sound as hostile as I could.

With one wide step he got closer to me and then wrapped his hand around my throat to force my head up so that my eyes would meet his. Reaching deeper into his side pocket of his lab coat, he pulled out a scalpel like tool. Taunting me with it as he lightly dragged it across my chest and neck. I winced as the cold metal touched my skin, whimpering as I tried to breathe through his hold on me. Scratching me as I quivered with fright, my heart pounding like an old school fire alarm. I figured that if I tried to run, He wouldn't hesitate to put me under again.

Chuckling as he played with the blade, stopping at the space between my collarbone and shoulder he began to pierce me with it.

I let out a sharp cry from the awful feeling. Even though it didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would, what freaked me out the most was that I was watching his face as he slowly shoved it deep into my flesh.

He pushed it in so deep that the entire three inch blade was fully lodged in me, only the handle was showing. Doing my absolute best not to lose my mind, I could only wonder what the this guy's motives and intentions were. Would we even make it of this alive? At this rate as much as I wanted to say yes, I couldn't make myself think of anything but a grim no.

Not only did he bury the blade into my neck but he let it dangle off of the wound. Every twitch or movement from me would only result in severe pain while blood would drip down my chest. What made this more hellish was that he'd flick it a few times at the end of the tool. Resulting in it swing back and forth like a pendulum, cutting into me more. I let out a loud hiss from the horrible sensation but unable to plead with his hand tightly clasped around my throat.

After a minute or so, though it felt like hours, he took it by the handle and harshly ripped it out of my body. Releasing his grip to hear my screams.

"Ahhh. Shit!" I cried out. I wanted to hold my neck to ease the nerves but was still forced to be still by the guards. 

 Without a moment to waste, he placed his mouth to the wound flooding with my blood and began bite down, drinking all that he could from me without completely draining me dry. I could feel everything and knew that this would traumatize me for what remained of my time here. His tongue would dig into the hole he made with the scalpel while sucking, his teeth nibbling on the loose skin from the imperfect incision made. My brain was over loaded with a wide array of disturbing sensations and emotions the strange man triggered in me.

He pulled away, disciplining himself from taking any more. The excess of my blood was dripping from his chin like a messy infant, dark red and thick. After wiping it on his sleeve he leaned, coming close to my ear, he cooed.

"Fear always makes them taste so much sweeter." Adding a light chuckle at the end.

I was completely speechless from what I just experienced. Out of all people to kidnap us, why did it have to be this son of a Bitch? The white robed man stepped back, viewing what he's done to me while I lowered my head down feeling faint and exhausted. He nodded with a satisfied look on his face and began to walk back to the passenger seat of the truck up front. 

The men still holding onto my arms forced me up with an aggressive tug on my feet, though I could hardly stand. Opening the back of the truck, they pushed me in and slammed the door shut, locking it after. Fortunately I was able to catch myself in time but I wanted nothing more but to black out and forget these living terrors. They were bound to haunt me till my demise, assuming this wouldn't be it. However that's not how adrenaline works and fear is it's favourite source of fuel.