Lethal Obsession

Escape Plan

**Friday**

Second by second. Minute by minute. This day cannot go by fast enough. All I can think about is tonight and Mark getting me out of this predicament. I know he doesn't want to be in this situation either and this will be the only way out for him as well. He is the only one I can trust here so hopefully he knows the best opportunity to execute his plan. I don't even know how he is going to get us out of this but I have to reassure myself that it will work. I truly have no other options at this point. 

The drugs have kicked in and again, my body is hit by the paralysis it causes. I hope like hell these effects have worn off by this evening when I need to make a run for it! I begin to wonder where Nate and Paisley could have gone. Hopefully they decided to flee to a far away destination, preferably Hell, so my departure can be that much easier! I highly doubt that luck is on my side anymore considering where I am right now and all that I have underwent until thus far.

After all of this is over with, I hope I will finally be able to go back to some sort of normalcy. The nightmares that I have had in my sleep are nothing compared to this life I am now living. I'm a prisoner of Nate's and he wants to confine me from the rest of the world and claim ownership. For Nate this is the ultimate fight to get what he wants and he thinks he is the reigning champion, but soon he will be defeated.

There is a knock at my door and I hear the locks being unlatched. When I see the face of the person that enters, I cringe. Dammit, it's definitely not Mark!

"Halston, Halston, Halston...how are your wonderful accommodations? Are you enjoying your stay?" Paisley laughs wickedly at her lame ass jokes as she looks around the room.
As I am unable to respond, she continues her rant. "Do you know how much I despise you? You have taken him from me. All I ever wanted was to be with him and you had to come along twirling your blonde hair and batting your blue eyes!"

From behind her back, she takes out brass knuckles and a butcher knife and lays them down at the end of my bed. "Oh, yes! I forgot you can't talk back to me. What a pity!!"

I can't help but stare at the items laying by my foot shackles.

She notices my glance and looks down at them and then holds them up. "Oh these? You are probably wondering what they are for. They are my gift to you! I figure if I fuck up that pretty little face and body of yours, maybe Nate will see that under all that external beauty, you are nothing but trash!"

Crazy ass bitch! I can't move an inch or scream for help and she knows that all too well.

Paisley puts on the brass knuckles and swings her right fist into my cheekbone. The pain is going to be excruciating once I have feeling again and I want more than anything to take that knife and slit her throat.

"I don't think that was enough. You deserve so much more for taking Nate!" This bitch is mental!! Now I'm really fucked! She then takes the knife and places the blade on my right thigh, slowly cutting into my skin and running it down to my knee over and over in vertical lacerations that are parallel to one another. I now come to fear what else this psycho ass, Michael Myers bitch is going to do.  She puts back on the brass knuckles for one last blow to my right temple...KO. 

When I come to after the vicious hit to my head, I am alone in the room and am able to move again. I look at my leg and blood is all over my thigh and knee and bleeding onto the sheets. I can't move my hands that are cuffed to try and tie the sheet around to act as a tourniquet to stop the bleeding. I can feel the swelling and blood coming from the laceration on my cheek. The pain is brutal and I can barely open my right eye. Tears start to flow due to the unbearable pain and I start to scream.