WILD || Hollywood Undead

Chapter 6

I don't know how long I've been here. He hasn't come back yet. And I don't want him back. I'm scared. I don't want him to hurt me again. I just wanna go home.

I don't even know how I got here. I remember showering with Danny and that's it. I don't remember anything aside from waking up here. Was he in my hotel room? He had to have been. There was nothing else that could have happened. But if that's the case, is Danny okay? I wonder if they're looking for me. Probably not, considering all I do is annoy the, and I'm super needy. They're probably all happy that I'm finally gone.

I haven't moved since he left. My body ached. I could still feel his touch. I could still feel his hands on me. I want to sleep, but every time I close my eyes, I'm reminded of what he did. I hate it. I like sex. Or, I did. I don't know. Maybe I'm just scared of being touched by him again. He's violent. He'll do it again, I know it. And I can already tell that there isn't ever gonna be a way out of here. The door is locked. I'm stuck in here.

I heard footsteps right outside the door, then the sound of the lock being turned. I froze, closing my eyes. Maybe he'd leave me alone if he thought I was asleep. I tried to even out my erratic breathing as I heard him enter the room. I just want him to leave me alone. I felt a weight on the mattress next to me, and a hand on my face a few seconds later. I tried to stop myself from shaking, but I couldn't. I don't want his hands on me.

"Open your eyes, baby. I know you're awake." He mused. "You can't fool me."

After a moment, I opened my eyes. I didn't know what to do or say. I was scared.

"Good boy." He said, running his hands through my hair.

"Please..." I whispered. "L-let me go."

"I can't do that." He told me. "Stand up."

I didn't move. I don't want to. Everything hurts so much and I don't know if I even can.

"I told you to stand up." He growled, grabbing me by my hair.

I whimpered and slowly moved to stand up. I was shaking as he took my hand in his. He kissed me lightly, sending shivers down my spine.

"You know..." He started, his breathe hot against my ear. "I was going to kill you, but you're too pretty. I've decided to keep you."

Oh wow that makes me feel great. I'd rather he just kill me and get it over with. "O-oh."

"Come." He spoke, dragging me from the room. I was still naked. I don't wanna be naked.

He brought me down a hallway and opened a door. There was a small stairway into a large dark room. He flipped on the lights. The room looked sort of like a garage. There was a table in the middle of the room and what I thought was a person. It looked like a person. It was definitely a person. They were on the table. They were crying and making noise. They were scared, like me. What was he doing? Why did he bring me here? Why is there a person on that table?

He led me over to the table, pushing me down in a chair. On the table was a young girl. She had bleached blonde hair and bright green eyes. She was pretty. But why was she here? Why did he put her here? There were straps around her wrists and feet, holding her down.

I gasped when he grabbed my chin, kissing me again. "I want you to watch this very closely."

He grabbed a small cart like thing with wheels from the side and pulled it over to him. On it, I could see various types of blades and other sharp objects. He was gonna kill her. And he was gonna make me watch him.

"N-no..." I muttered, shaking my head.

"Yes." He ordered. "You're going to watch this like a good boy or I'll fuck you again. And I know you don't want that."