Miss Missing You

#3

Patrick Pov:

I felt my body being thrown around and my head was pounding, I couldn't see where I was or how I got here so I knew I was absolutely screwed. The first day of protecting a suitcase that has literally been latched onto my hand and I have already failed.

Loud metal hinges squeaked and the screams of hissing valves flooded my ears the sounds nearly deafening. I scoped around but then quickly closed my eyes hoping nobody saw that I was indeed conscious, but was starstruck when I was hurled onto a chair. My eyes shot open and I attempted standing up but then realized my neck was strapped to the chair and almost choked. I thrashed back and forth, the veins in my arms popping out, and muscles clenching with each thrust. I slammed my hand on the medical table sending a sharp pain through my arm, a tear ran down my face as I felt the cuffs digging into my skin and saw crimson dripping onto the floor. My eyes gazed at the blood longingly as it started to coagulate in a large puddle. 

I felt a hand caress my face almost fondly and growled in disgust and fury as their fingernails traced my hand next. A tall woman stepped in front of me and smirked a devilish grin while tracing an oversized butcher knife down my veins and pushing my head back onto the chair. Another woman came over and left a hot wet stripe of saliva on my cheek, which made me want to throw up. I spat out the gag and bared my teeth at both of them thrashing my legs to try and move the chair even though it was bolted to the floor.

¨let go of me you bastards¨ I hissed sweat beading on my forehead as the shorter girl cracked a whip on my thigh.

¨shush it crybaby" she snarled cracking the whip against the tile floor each time making me flinch.

She then walked over and slammed my head against the restrainment chair and tightened the ropes around my ribs harshly knocking the air out of my lungs. I gasped for air, eyes fuzzy, pain surging through every ligament in my body, and mouth dry from screaming. The girls grip loosened on my forehead as she grabbed a pair of scissors giving me enough time to glance at the medical tray. My eyes widened as I saw the tray was filled with tools not even used for surgery but it made sense to see a rusty crowbar lying there for its purpose right now. My breathing was ragged and I was trying to gain strength to possibly crush this girls jawline so she would stop touching me. Her fingers traced my neck and she breathed a hot wet breath next to my ear.

¨Dont touch me¨ I growled, but that growl turned into a whimper as another three lacerations were added to my thigh. 

What happened next was not exactly what I was expecting as an oversized butcher knife came intact with my hand. I cried out in agony as my arm throbbed and a hot searing pain ran through my whole body. The sight was worse than the pain as I watched the blood pour onto the floor like a waterfall, painting both the tile and my skin. I felt nauseous and perished, my mouth foaming and mind becoming dizzy as I saw the girl lick the blood clean off the knife while walking away with the suitcase. 

I sat there contemplating if this was the end. Would they torture me until death? Use me as a toy? or would I just be another body six feet underground? I hope the rest of the gangs having a good time. I hope Pete doesn't mourn over me too much while I'm gone. I was supposed to be at his house 2 hours ago and he was surely messaging me wondering where the hell I was at. I sighed and could feel bruises forming all over my body already and my chest burned like a wildfire. I groaned and tried loosening my neck from the straps but I only made it tighter somehow. The floor now had about 3 pints of blood spread in a thin layer across the tile, which I guess was not good as I started to feel tired and overheated. I tried to stop my eyes from fluttering shut but failed when my vision and thoughts were enveloped in darkness.

¨Hey,¨ I earned a slap to the face ¨believe it or not we need you alive¨ she babbled

¨Unfourtanetley¨ the other one muttered as she wrapped gauze around my used to be hand.

I groaned as the taller one untied the thick straps allowing me to finally breathe, but my ribs hurt every time I inhaled. Then I felt the shorter girl tying my hands and legs together, seconds later I was lifted off the chair so I took the chance to lash out a little bit to maybe have them drop me or something but they wouldn't budge. I was pressed down onto a restrainment bed and that, of course, meant more straps. I banged my hand on the multiple tools sitting next to me, sending them flying across the room and almost into a girls hip. I cackled but shut up when I received five lacerations again, each ripping my pants and blood seeping through effortlessly.

¨Youre a feisty one.¨ she growled glaring at me as she walked over to collect the supplies off the ground. I sighed as I watched the shorter girl grab a pair of scissors and unwrap the gauze off my hand. Great.

Slowly she skinned away large layers of dead tissue and skin meanwhile I was grossly sobbing and on the edge of blacking out again. My breathing quickened and I was soon having an anxiety attack, my whole body trembled and that only made the pain worse so I ripped my hand out of her claws and watched as blood splattered all over her tan complexion. The other girl came over and stabbed my hand with a scalpel which at this point I couldn't feel as I was worried about passing out. My teeth chattered and I lied my head back the last thing I saw being the same stained glass design as the little church.