Death By The Lakeside

Chapter 12

Erik hadn't realised he had fallen asleep and when he awoke they crowed around him as they radiated a menacing smile. Erik slowly confided with the gleaming sun shining above them. Mid day.
"you have finally came around and now it's time to play a game" said Shaw pulling out a silver item from his pocket. A knife.
"please... Please don't please..!" Whimpered Erik as he tried his best to avoid the blade. This was what Shaw liked in his victims. Their request of freedom with no avail.
"no, no, no no, I think we'll play a game. What about: "how much blood can we drain from that body of yours?" He said his eyes widening with pure happiness. Erik shook his head, the idea was just crazy, the thought was just mad. He shook his head again, the tears growing heavy on his face.
"please...please... don't..." He cried moving his hands causing it to draw blood.
"sorry but your request is not valid now let's begin shall we.." commanded Shaw and with this own knife he ripped Erik's shirt not caring of the torn fabric as he disguarded the piece on the ground.

He at first pressed the tip of the knife gently on Erik skin gliding it down before digging deeper and deeper until he had pierced skin. Erik's eyes flooded with tears, his throat hurting as he screamed his lungs out wiggling in his bounds. He had pierced so deep that the blood was dark, it had seeped out slowly down his collar bone to his chest.
"my turn!" Said Azazel taking out the knife he had. Shaw nodded and as he approached he patted him on the back.
"go easy on him Azazel, Emma wants a turn" said Shaw and had sent him on his way. Azazel walked towards Erik twirling the knife in his hands and when he got close enough he took his knife and carefully stroked the blade up and down Erik's already pale and brushed cheek.
"you know who did this belong to?" He asked now showing him the blade. Erik didn't speak but Azazel made him speak.
"ANSWER ME!"
"I..I don't know" muttered Erik turning his head away from the face of his capturer but of course he knows, he surely knows the knife that the kid they held, the kid that he killed.

Azazel didn't look satisfied, he was never satisfied as he gripped the handle tighter in his hands, his nose flaring and than he striked. Erik held in his breath and yelled in desperation to was the pain but it never did as Azazel craved deep into his cheek causing the blood to flow from them. He slashed and slashed until he went too far in which Erik's face was stained with blood that Shaw had to stop him.
"that's enough! Emma you next" he orders and like before it was the same process, his face covered in his blood, his eyes almost closed shut but not quite as Emma came, she was more kinder than the others but she too didn't care for his suffering was her satisfaction. She wiped his blood with the edge of the blade and made him lick it and he refused. Big mistake.
"LICK IT!" She shouted and so he did and it wasn't pretty. He hates the taste, the metallic taste now in his mouth and it was horrible and soon he began to cry again, the tears burning his wounds but he couldn't help it.

Emma Frost kissed him again, her lips than covered with his blood and as though she was a creature of the undead she licked her lips enjoying the taste of his own blood.
"beautiful" she said before dropping the knife in front of him. Once again they left him to cry, to moan in pain as they chatted away not wanting to look at their poor victim. Erik in the other was still in tears, the thought of escaping was not in his favour and how he misses Charles, he wondered where he was where he could have gone. Has he gotten help? Was he safe? Are they coming to safe him? Was Charles here to safe him? These questions raced to his mind as he began to black out, the noise of the birds and the wind getting distorted and their voices muffled. Everything went silent. Everything was consumed by darkness. Everything went into nothingness.