Chad was shuddering, but he didn't want to show it. The knife hovering dangerously over his neck was quivering. He saw Peter's limp body in the corner, and started to think of a plan.
"Don't make me do this, Chad." Declared his attacker. The anxiety was clear as day in her voice.
"Well, technically, you don't have to do this." Chad mumbled.
"Oh shut up!! You know you deserve this!" She lashed. The knife rose suddenly, and Chad began to worry he wouldn't survive.
4 hours earlier
Chad was expecting to wake up in his home, and realise that the last few hours were all a dream. Alas, he noticed he was still in the white room, and nothing had changed. Chad wished he could take back even meeting the kid. Mark, it was. He sighed. Chad had sealed Mark's fate, he was bound to be eaten.
Suddenly, bile rose to the top of Chad's throat, he had to stop thinking about Mark. It was like a switch was flipped, Chad couldn't think of those vile thoughts he had suffered from before - it was torture.
"Done your little retch sesh?" Peter's voice ominously said, from the corner of the room.
"Are you.. watching me?" Chad questioned, looking at the camera Peter's voice came from.
"Yep. I'm on my way, I want to show you something."
Chad was glad to leave the white-room, it had started to give him a headache.
YOU ARE READING
The Oompa Loompa and the Banana Peel
TerrorMark is an innocent child. With a love for heroes! One day he meets an oompa loompa with a love for children. - - Credit to Jamie Little and Isabel Mason for this immersing story
