❝He stabbed me with a box cutter... almost.❞
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She's not scared of Suga, at least that's what she shows him. Literally lying down at her death bed or should we say death 'dental chair' in the middle of an unfamiliar dark room with a blinding lig...
He brought out the box cutter and started. While I try my best not to show him I don't like it and it's annoying.
This isn't the right time to show emotions. I should stay unaffected. But ugh it's just pissing me off.
You see, this silence is deafening and this creaking sound a box cutter makes satisfies nothing at all. The guy saw how my face scrunch slightly at the sound.
I catch his eyes and rolled mine, looking away. He raised his eyebrow in question.
Suga does this habit when he's deep in thought. Inattentively that is. Often times he'll space out with a chainsaw; revving it carelessly or a revolver; playing Russian roulette on himself. It's basically anything he has in hand.
"Hm. Do you hate this?" he asks softly, clearly different from the murderous one from minutes ago.
Is he hesitating to kill me? How is he even starting a conversation?
"Uhm, yes. So stop it, please." I reply with an eyebrow raised, testing the waters. He looked at me with a fairly innocent look and stopped doing it.
Did he just? Is he bipolar?
"You won't beg to live, won't you?" he questions, standing up to look down at me.
"You're right. Doctor... Suga, I won't beg." I said, emphasizing the words he would probably want to hear. I smile and looked at him appealingly, trying to get on his good side.
To manipulate my way out. Whatever it takes...
He spares a glance, walking back to the table he once was at. He came back not long after. This time without a box cutter but with a set of keys rustling as he walked closer.
Keys in hand, he sat down beside me with a threatening dead serious face.
He won't remove the stare we share, mine challenging, and his nothing.
He's a handsome man, but then he's a psychopath and that's a shame.
"I seem to like you," he admits, serious. I was flustered by the sudden confession and tried to remain nonchalant as if my psychopathic kidnapper didn't just tell me he likes me—seem to like me.
So I attracted an above-normal guy. Who allegedly "dissects" humans. Is this a fucking prank? Now unstrap me and turn off the camera, cause it's not funny no one's laughing.
He caressed my arm and smiled. He looked at me with eyes void of endearing emotions while caressing my hair. I was about to flinch but I didn't. I hastily blinked instead, taken aback. He smiled again.
What's he smiling for?
He's crazy and that's an understatement.
"You're so precious..." he mumbles, still touching me (on safe areas).
Am I getting out of here alive or at least in one piece?
"You're so precious. You're, you're one of a kind. I cannot ever let you go," he whispered in my ears firm and serious.
I close my eyes in frustration.
Great then. Everything I thought was correct, except getting out.
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