Satan's Dance: Mastery In The Cards

:||: Plan: Escape :||:

By the time everyone woke up it was already around 9 in the morning. I could tell because my smartwatch went off with the alarm I had set for every morning. The dumb bastards forgot to take my contact with the administration. I slammed my wrist hard into the wall. Luckily, it went right off; But everyone still looked at me as if I was the biggest idiot to walk the planet.

Jeremiah busted in through the doors, "What was that?" He growled, looking to us all over.

"Lincoln!" He yelled. A big heavy set man with tattoos all over entered. He was bald and dark skinned with deep brown eyes that had a large scar over his left eye alone.

"Kill that girl." He pointed to Okura. I screamed loudly, pitching the demanding fit of a two year old.

"Stay the hell away from her, you gutless coward!" I raised my voice more. But Lincoln still untied Okura, starting to roughly drag her out.

"Okay, okay! I'll talk! Just please let her go!" I begged pitifully.

Jeremiah put a hand up, making Lincoln halt.

"Well.. I'm listening." He growled, yanking up my face, "Missy." I started to open my mouth to tell him it was my smartwatch, but Damien beat me to it.

"It was me! I was trying to contact help with my watch!" He yelled, "I am the only one that has one here... we get them as fourth years before our final exam." He blurted out the biggest lie I've ever heard. Fear was throbbing deep inside my gut. What if this man attended the academy years ago? The lie seemed all to detectable.

His fake confession seemed to please Jeremiah though and he motioned for Lincoln to kill him instead. Lincoln dropped Okura at the command and untied Damien, pulling his writhing body out by his thick headful of hair and Jeremiah followed.

The door bolted shut so we wouldn't escape but the morons had left Okura untied. "Okura!" I got her attention, "Take off my watch and contact the Academy. He doesn't have a watch.. he's only a first year and when they notice they'll be back." I growled, a bit on edge.

But she quickly was up, shaking badly. Okura took off my watch, plugging in a set of coordinates so we could be tracked. Then she put the watch into my pocket

"Now what?" She frantically looked to me as steps ran down the hall. I lifted my body enough to show her the hidden dagger, still in pain, "put that in my waistband, and cover it." I hissed. She slipped the dagger against and under my waistband, making me cringe when the dagger accidentally nicked my hip. Okura scooted away back to where Lincoln left her. The moment they got back into the room, Lincoln put a knife to Okura's throat.

"It was mine!" I screamed out again, "The watch is in my pocket." I breathed hard, looking at Lincoln's sword which was coated in fresh blood, my guess... Damien's. This time around Jeremiah checked my pockets, pulling out the watch.

"Lincoln, tie her up.. I'll take care of this one." He growled. I felt my heart ease when Okura was tied back up.. alive. A young girl walked in the room, with little trays of nasty looking food, passing it out to Daniel, Alex, and Okura.

She was about to put one in front of me but Jeremiah stopped her. "Not this girl." He shoved her off rudely and untied me. It was a huge relief that my arms weren't held above my head. But I didn't have any time at all before he yanked my arm so quick it felt like my shoulder popped out of its socket.

"Oww!" I whimpered. He didn't take any notice to me. He led me down long skinny hallways and up a big set of stairs and into a room with a metal chair. He forced me into it, "So you thought you could contact your friends, huh?" he growled. I simply stared defiantly, refusing to answer. Jeremiah was obviously one to get frustrated easily. He punched me hard. I gasped in pain, shutting my mouth and biting my busted lip.

"Did you contact anyone?" He gave me another chance to answer but I didn't.

His cold hands clamped around my neck, choking the living life out of me. I could hardly breathe. It felt as if my lungs were shriveling in my body, ready to burst within another split second. But I managed to lean in and I spat in his face then he let go, pulling me up and throwing me against the rough walls. He pulled a smaller knife and kneeled by me.

"You seem to be holding a grudge.." He smirked, cutting a long cut up my forearm, "let me guess, we killed your best friend? Your parents? A boyfriend?"

I screamed out in pain, arching up. "S-shut up!" My voice was quieter and weaker, "he wasn't a boyfriend." I hissed.

Jerimiah laughed, "We killed.. What? A crush? Well I hope you enjoyed watching him die.." He teased, cutting deeper. I could feel blood seep down my arm and a writhing pain make me tense up.

"No... but I-I wi-ill enjoy watching you. Die." I managed to spit. He yanked out the blade, "missy that won't happen." He seemed confident. I used the little strength I had left and pulled out my dagger that I had Okura conceal. Before he knew it I stabbed it straight into his temple just as Lincoln opened the door. I breathed hard, standing up. But my already wounded leg gave out under my weight and I collapsed. Lincoln grabbed me, getting sliced across the face at my swinging of the dagger and he snapped the dagger from my hand, kicking if far from the metal chair and forced me into the chair once more.

"Let me go, you stupid bastard!" I kneed him but he hit me hard in the gut, forcing me down and tying me into the cold chair.

I didn't see anybody for about three days after. I didn't smell a breeze or feel sunlight, nor had any food or water in my system. I was weak and perched on every level. So much that my vision slurred and blotched. The only outside contact I got was hearing one single loud scream. I didn't know who's only that someone else was dead on my watch.

And it killed me inside and out.