High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars | 37

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The faint sound of clanging jolted me awaked. My eyes fluttered open to be greeted by darkness. Pure darkness.

What?

I tried to move my hands, but they didn't budge. What felt like thick rope was tied around the base of my wrists, which was behind the back of a chair. Trying to kick, I found that my feet was in the same manner.

Fear kicked in as I tried to struggle.

Who did this? Why? Why is everything so hazy?

Right then and there, I wished Rowen was here, was here with me. Despite his sour attitude he brung a strange comfort to me, something I was never able to explain.

And something I needed right now.

I started to cry, why, I don't know. As I went to scream, a hand clapped over my tape-covered mouth.

"Shhhhh, don't scream."

My eyes widened, my struggling starting to get rather intense as I realized that voice, that voice who I thought was innocent.

He came around in view, a knife and a match in one hand. He twirled the match in the air and caught it, waving it in front of my face.

"Good to see you Marnie." He drawled, walking around me slowly. "I'm surpised you actually woke up honestly, with you being stabbed twenty-two times."

I looked down, to see that my shirt was a sickly blood red, and that my stomach was aching with every breath I took.

"Painful isn't it? Well darling, I'll soon be putting you out your misery. Very soon actually." He was behind me, running his hands through my tangled hair. Grabbing a handful, he yanked it backwards. I screamed as the hair tugged against my scalp painfully.

His breaths came in short pants in my face. I cringed, squinting my eyes shut.

"Ahh, I would love to stay, but I have things to deal with. Too bad actually." He let go of my hair, and I breathed a sigh of relief. My eyes trailed him as he walked over to the table and grabbed a red container that sloshed as he jiggled it around. Smiling, he poured it all over the place. The couch, the walls, the table, the floor. Walking over to me, he poured the liquid over top of my head. It ran down my head, and onto my clothes.

I gagged as the pungent smell of gasoline filled my nose. I looked at him in panic, feeling my heart speed up.

"Wha- why are you?" I squeaked.

"Isn't it obvious? Marnie my dear, you're going to burn to death slowly. You'll watch as the flames slowly grow bigger and stronger, as they moved towards you, your death ticking by the seconds, until your covered in flames, screaming for you pitiful life." He spat, his voice rising as he spoke.

I shook with tears.

Why? Why me? What have I ever done to him?

"And all because I just want to kill you. No specific reason honestly. I just felt like it." He chuckled, whereas I found no amusement in it at all.

Lighting the match, he blew me a kiss. "Thanks for the fun." Winking, he walked towards the door, whistling as he went as I screamed, struggling to get free.

He stopped, as if he remembered something.

"Oh, and thanks for your virginity."

And with that, he threw the match, slamming the door shut behind him as the orange flames roared to life when the match hit the floor.

Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry for a late update. Things are hetic for me. Just curious, do any of you watch Teen Wolf? If so, message me or comment so we can fangirl :). I'm a stydia shipper (stiles and lydia) but Stalia is cute too. Im really upset that Lydia has little to no screen time, plus they said Derek and Lydia arent confirmed for Season 5. I will literally die if Lydia is gone. I seriously hope Stydia is canon/endgame in Season 5.