Heart shaped Skulls

Thrall

I am not in the Darkness. I am THE Darkness itself. You can RUN and HYDE but I will always find you

Thomas was sent to bed while the two men took the woman to the dark rank basement. I hated that hole with a burning passion. However, it called to me like a sinister sin trying to make me commit a crime that I could never take back. Instead, of waiting around hand and foot on those psychos I climbed the stairs. Even though Thomas was one of my three captors I felt at ease around him, like nothing could touch me. The creaking echoed down the erie hallway as I crept quietly to our shared room. It felt like if I made a peep something would come and sink their teeth into my neck chopping it clean off. Blood would be everywhere, I would be dead. I opened the door and almost sighed in disappointment. His brother clearly didn't care about Thomas's well being. He was laid on his side, the same side he was stabbed. I growled lowly hissing a silent curse as I tip toed to the end of the bed. They didn't even bother to put a blanket on him. I felt horrible for this man, he prepared the food in many sickening ways and helped around the house. I shook my head as I struggled to push Thomas onto his back. A grunt growled from his throat as his eyes painfully fluttered open. "Oh, I'm sorry Thomas" I gasped when I noticed he had started to stir. I probably woke him up. He went to sit up, most likely to deal with the woman in the basement. "No,no Thomas lay back down your too wounded to do anything" I placed my palms on his blood soaked chest his shirt long discarded during the mending of the gash. I pulled my hands back quickly as I noticed our situation. Thomas almost instantly held his breath at the bare touch staring intently at my hands. Thomas was awed at how delicate and tiny the hands were compared to his rough features. He sighed when my hand pulled away. "Okay, Thomas I'm going to clean the blood and then your going to rest" he shook his head in distaste clearly annoyed he wasn't doing his job. A small giggle slipped my usually down turned lips "don't worry, someone will do it" when those words left my mouth I froze. Hopefully they weren't going to make me do it, right? I mentally shook my head, no they wouldn't I'm new to this horrifying nightmare so obviously they wouldn't trust me with their food.

"Girly, your taken over his chores!" I stood up in protest "No I'm not!" I balled my fists at my side as I screamed back. Hoyt crossed his arms over his chest "yes. you. are" he paused with each word his voice turning a chilling tone. I walked around the table to stand in front of him our noses almost touching as we heaved angry breaths out of our nostrils like fire breathing dragons. "No. I. Won't" I could see the flames twirling in his brown orbs as I provoked him. His arm pulled back and before he could connect his palm with my face I ducked between his legs and raced towards the front door.
I was done. My feet hammered against the wooden flooring as I sprinted across the house. Hoyt couldn't catch up as my thin and athletic build outran him as well as leapt over furniture. His scream awoken the goosebumps on my body making them prick with uneasiness. The tone, the deep frequency brought back the primal memories of my father. It egged me on to run faster and harder out of the house. Hoyt gave up instead called for Drayton "DRAYTON! SHE RUNNIN!" I didn't wait I busted through the storm door with my shoulder a bruise was likely to show up. The stagnant Texas heat washed over me my new T-shirt already becoming soaked. It was an instinct to yell but what people in those cringy horror movies don't know is your giving your position away and possibly your life. Grass crunched under my bare feet as I full out raced through their property. My lungs began to burn like a black market surgeon tore my lungs out and set them on fire. Is this what my 'income' went through before they were brutally murdered? Or were they already caught and killed slowly? Drayton was catching up now and I knew I had to hide. I twisted my head around most likely getting whiplash as I tried to gather information on my surroundings. A few feet before me was crops of corn tall and ready for harvest. To my left was a large run down shed the red paint peeling back. I swiveled my head painfully back to the shed and the corn. The yell broke me from my survival concentration "GIRL, I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU BUT IF I HAVE TO I WILL!" I bursted forward at Drayton's voice pushing away the corn.

I was about twenty minutes into the heavy corn before I fully stopped and threw myself onto the dark fertile soil pushing my stained hand across my mouth. Drayton's stomping feet passed by cursing under his breath. I waited god knows how long before I got up and started to run again. By God if I'm going to run then I'm going to run till blisters rip through my flesh.

Hours passed. It was darker than any normal night as the moon almost completely blocked it out. To make it worse, I was lost. My heart hammered and pounded I was terrified that a heart attack might overwhelm me in the middle of the thick corn. I didn't stop, I wouldn't allow myself to. I've already got this far might as well go the extra mile. I continued on my blood requesting more oxygen as I huffed and puffed. Tears began to prick at my water line as I noticed how fucked I was.
I wasn't keeping time anymore as the heat went away to be replaced with freezing chills wrapping tightly around my body. I took my arms that were planted on my sides and held my aching head. I fell to my knees terror making me wobble. IM LOST, IM LOST, IM LOST! I started to cry heavily holding my forehead as the pounding increased. I could describe the feeling as someone was taking a steel rod and bashing my brains in. Hiccups racked my body as I cried harder. If I had stopped my racket I would've heard it sooner. It was a relief, a soothing voice I found myself drawn to. I picked myself up and followed it, I was enthralled. It was promising such lovely things. Wonderful things Grey said, I should've listened past the thundering headache.

~You give the pet a taste of freedom they'll never stop trying to have the same tantalizing tang~