Michael
The door to the basement suddenly burst open, both our head swung towards whomever had entered so abruptly. Our eyes locked onto two silhouettes standing there, looking down on us.
"Lillian," The first said calmly, "get the chairs why don't you?" The second silhouette moved from behind the first and headed towards us, we both backed up as far as we could. Trying to escape the horror of our reality here, but the wall stopping us from getting further away than four feet from out original spots.
"Tie up the boy first, make sure he can't move from his position against the wall, but the girl is first. We're going to start seeing how much she can withstand." The man spoke, we both scrambled back, to our horror of what awaited us.
Lillian went to Michael first, I stood there unable to move, watching as he was tied up to a pole or pipe against the wall. She turned to me and I lean into the corner as far away as I could, but she still got to me and tied me up to the chair.
I looked forward, I was facing toward Michael, he had immense fear in his eyes. That only made mine grow, I heard things being set down behind me. I didn't dare to turn and see, the look in his eyes made me know whatever it was, was bad.
"Let's see shall we, skinning, or gutting first?" Alex's dad called out, Lillian seemed to giggle, I closed my eyes preparing for what's next.
Something was placed in front of me and I opened my eyes to see, it was a video camera. They were going to record torturing us and use it as bait.
Lillian pressed record and came over to me, squeezing my face and putting it forward. "Smile for the camera darling." Her voice lathered in sickly sweetness, that wasn't sweet at all.
I looked to Michael, his eyes held fear, hatred, and something else, I couldn't quite tell what it was, but it was a huge underlying feeling. Something was going to happen, and he had guessed what, and was horrified by it.
A white hot pain bit into my neck, I gasped and tried to move away, but couldn't because of my restraints. The white hotness went away, but the pain lingered through my entire body, all coming back to that spot.
"Now, for the fun stuff." He said, I felt something dragged down my arm, then immense pain pouring out of the skin. I bit my lip and struggled against the restraints
"Stop it!" Michael yelled, he was half standing pulling against his restraints, Lillian began to laugh at him.
"It's truly pointless to try and escape, even if you do, you're next." She spoke evilly, he seemed to lose hope for a second. Then Lillian plunged a knife into my left forearm, causing me to scream.
Lillian forced a hand over my mouth, "Shh." She whispered, "we don't want anyone to come and find you without our wanting, now do we." I meet her eyes, she looked insane, "something very bad would happen if you did bring someone here without our wanting."
A tear fell from my eye, I promised myself I wouldn't scream after that. The pain on my right arm kept flowing.
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In the Basement
HorrorThe cold air blew up my shirt, I wrapped my jacket tighter around me. Why didn't I get a ride with Sam? I mentally yell at myself. I hear some voices and a car door open, I look to see a man and a women both around forty grabbing bags from the car...