Dangerous love ~ Ksimon

Tired

Still Simon's POV

I woke up to the sound of gun shots, oh god!

What the fuck is happening!

I stood up, looking around tiredly and worriedly.

"Morning princess" I heard a dark voice behind me.

I turned around, and got immediately pushed to a bed.

I gave him a mix of confused and a scared look.

He was just above me, smirking widely, while tying my arms and legs together.

Including putting duct tape on my mouth, am I gonna get shot?!

I felt my whole body panic. Making it difficult to breath.

Tears ran down my cheeks, and all he did was to drag me by my legs.

It was painful!

We went through a lot of hallways, and I finally saw where the gun shots came from!

Two guys were.. shooting at something.

I don't know what it was, but one of them was a brunette with muscles, and the other one, had black hair, including a beard.

Making him seem old.

Without knowing it, I got thrown in a.. dark room..

The dark skinned guy, turned on the light, and... oh it was a basement..

Filled with weapons, and blood all over the place..

Without saying thing, the guy just punched me in the face.

Making me nose bleed.

"This is where all the fun happens" he said with a grin following his words.

"Where people get killed, in cold blood!"

I looked around, and saw a huge blanket over.. I guess something huge.

But I just ignored it, it's probably nothing big.

"I can't kill you now, can I?!" He grabbed me by my chin aggressively, while looking me dead in the eyes.

"Welcome to hell bitch" he let go off me, and turned to his weapons.

I tried shaking around, side to side. Hoping god could, magically untie me.

But, I'm not in a movie.. this is sadly reality...

"This one's calling my name!" He took up a sharpe knife.

It was big, and covered in blood.

Making me shake even more.

I tried calling for help, but that doesn't work when you have duct tape on your mouth.

Instead I let the tears run down my cheeks.

He pulled my sleeve up, and started cutting.

I didn't know what to do, I couldn't yell, all I could do, was to cry the pain away!

He watched the blood running down my wrist, with a proud smirk.

I give up!

It's hopeless to even try, to beg for help or, try to escape.

But I still have to try!

I looked at him with a tired expression, just tired from this all.

My bodies definitely tired from this all.

"Awwwww look at you!" He said with an soft, but more evil-sh tone.

He untied my wrist, and took of my shirt.

Please don't tell me he's gonna rape me here!

Once he got my shirt off, he held my hands together, above my head.

I started shaking my hands, hopefully getting him to lose his grips a little.

But he only made it tighter.

He grabbed the knife from earlier, and started cutting my chest.

Tears running as fast as they could, down my cheeks.

I started shaking my arms even more, trying to get out of his grips.

But he only went deeper with the cuts.

Without knowing it, I got the duct tape a bit off.

I screamed at the top of my lunges, begging him to stop.

About a while of screaming, begging and getting almost killed, by this fucking psychopath!

I heard the basement door open.

"What the fuck is going on!" A short guy, came down the stairs.

Before I could beg him to help me.

I got knocked out by the dark skinned guy.