Revenge

N i n e

Once seated in the chair, Axton walked behind me. I turned my head following his direction of movement, because honestly at this point I don't trust him one bit. His face was stone cold and I could see his veins pumping furiously.
He snatched my hands off my lap and pulled them tightly behind my back. I tried to move my head once again to see what he was doing, but couldn't.
"Axton please don't hurt me." I whispered. My voice seemed to only irritate him, as a zip-tie was roughly pulled tight trapping my heads behind the chair.
Axton didn't say anything as he advanced back towards the front of me. With two more zip ties in his hands he dropped down to my feet.
After restricting me from any movement, he left. Tears were slipping from my eyes, no matter how hard I tried to not let any slip. It was no more than 5 minutes later when Axton came back into the shed. In his hand was a camera and in the other a tripod. My crying ceased when I saw him.
Axton set the tripod up so it was facing directly at me. He stood behind it, checking the focus and direction of the camera. He pressed on the camera and a red light began to flash, indicating that the camera was now recording.
Axton stalked towards me and stood directly behind me with his hands placed onto my shoulders. I shuddered from the touch.
"To the Knight gang, you're obviously not taking me seriously. So I'm going to show you just how 'serious' I can be." Axton let go of my shoulders and stood backwards grabbing something from behind me. I tried to see what it was but I couldn't move.
Axton walked mockingly towards the front of me and kneeled down to my side. I gasped when I saw the knife in his hand. The knife was polished silver and glimmered under the light.
"N-no, axton please" I stiffened. More tears poured onto my red stained cheeks.
Axton once again ignored my voice like I wasn't even there. Like I wasn't a person. Like this didn't effect me.
Like he didn't care.
Axton pulled up the over sized shirt I was wearing, exposing my stomach and drawing the knife closer to my skin.
"Please, please don't. I didn't do anything, please axton." I heaved, gasping for air.
Axton looked up at me and then to the camera and said, "next time don't take my threats so lightly. Because now she's always going to have a permenant reminder of what you two have done!"
Axton pushed the knife into my skin, not too deep but enough to make me feel light headed. The side of my body was aching and I could feel the sweat dripping from my face as he carved letters into my skin.
With all of my strength I looked down and saw the letters, a-x-t-o-n engraved into my skin. Blood was dripping from the cuts and the rest of my shirt and bottoms were soaked red in my blood.
My eye lids became heavy and difficult to keep open. Axton stood up from his kneeling position and stared down onto my exposed, red stomach.
Once again axton stared at the camera and said  in an angry tone, "you made me do this to her."
When the last word left his mouth, my eyes rolled backwards, the cuts pulsing and stinging from the dirty air rushing into it.
I will never forget this day, I thought and my head fell backwards.