Picture Perfect

Chapter Thirteen

One, two, three...

I keep counting, waiting, wishing, for this to end.

After stabbing me with a hot rob, and pouring scolding hot tar on my arms, Kyle grabbed a knife and started cutting upward from my naval. After slicing my skin he would slid his finger through the cut. That was the only time a scream escaped my lips.

Disturbing? Yes, I know.

He never raised my shirt higher than my stomach, which I was surprised yet very grateful for.

After which he resolved to beating. He slapped my face, punched my stomach, and my sides.

He cut down, starting at my wrists, my arms. Blood dripped down my arms, my whole body was no doubt bruised, and my head bobbed back and forth from tiredness. Or lack of blood, I can't tell.

Kyle never spoke through any of it. After my stopping screaming he just stayed silent while he tortured me.

Suddenly as Kyle reaches for the white hot rod again a shrill Phone ring sounds out in the dark room.

Kyle grunts and walked to a table next to the wooden door on the left side of the room. He clicked a button on the phone with his blood covers hands.

He didn't pick up the phone so I just assumed he put it on speaker.

"Yeah." He answers.

"Your time is up Micshane." A familiar, menacing voice growled through the phone.

Kyle chuckled, "Hmm, I don't think so. She still looks pretty rebellious to me." He looked up at me and sneered.

"Oh yeah, cause' hanging from shackles covered in blood makes you look super rebellious!" I utter sarcastically.

"Shut up!" Kyle yells. A low laugh echoed from the phone. So they both heard that? Hmm.

My legs started quivering and I knew they were going to give out. Now I was literally hanging by shackles.

My head falls forwards and my eyes started to feel like heavy steel.

"She has to continue her training, and she can't while you're pleasuring yourself with her torture. I'm coming to bring her back to her brink, Robert needs her ready and now she has a set back..." Scott stopped abruptly.

Causing my eyebrow to quirk.

"Awe...Scotty." Kyle fake whined. Scotty?

"Don't call me that." Scott murmured.

Ooh looks like I've found a pet peeve of his. I laughed, it came out louder than I expected.

"Will you shut the fuck up!" Kyle shouted.

I chuckled. "Scotty." I said quietly.

"What?!" Kyle turned his body, facing me.

"Kyle.." Scott warned.

"Okay, Fine! Just hurry up." Kyle grumbled.

He hit the Phone with his finger harshly. His footsteps echoed the dark, quiet room.

I felt his finger graze the skin of my chin as he tilted my head back.

"You know... you look beautiful when you're covered in blood." He whispered, his eyes roaming my face and my body.

I grimaced. "You know, you're a sick twisted human being." I murmured bravely. It came out more of a strangled gasp.

"Well, I do try." He laughed.