Pain one.
-Screams-
Pain two, switches.
-Cries-
Pain three, slap, kick, punch.
Punch.
Punch.
Punch.
Pain four, whip.
"Who are you?" I gasped, while he served me with a few more kicks on my ribcage.
"Don't you get it? You silly girl. I am your end." Collin said, the third guy that my eyes have never seen.
Whip.
Whip.
Whip.
He twirled around the whip on my waist, and pulled it off me. As I hollered in pain, I looked down at my body and saw a deep line around my waist, it began to bleed. It felt like a tender, sharp material that was rubbed over my torso. It pinches, so badly.
He held my face. "LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU YELL" he demanded angrily, "I desire to see your tears falling, sense your pain, and see fear forming on your pretty lips." he punched me in the stomach several times growling like an animal, his fists welcoming my broken, sore, body.
I went on looking down, hiding my face. Pulling away from him. "You're so fucking stupid for disobeying my commands, kid."
He punched me, once again, I fell on my knees, I tried standing up, but failed my legs wouldn't respond. I could feel something... Wet, on my legs.
I panicked, he was pouring a liquid on them. I heard a tick of the lighter. "I want you to suffer." He dropped something between my legs. They were too numb to feel everything in the first second.
Suddenly I felt it, fire. He set my legs on fire.
I panicked, I tried kicking the lighter far away, but Collin then tied my legs.
The pain grew more, more...
I began to scream so hard, crying, begging for mercy, but there was no mercy in them.
I shouted till I could feel my lungs, and chest hurt.
"Please, please, stooooppp." I yelled, twirling around.
"Louder! Louder! SCREAM LOUDER!" He said obsessively.
I couldn't get hold of it, the pain was so bad I cried louder, screamed till my throat was sore. "KILL ME!" I begged. "GET OVER WITH ME! KILL ME, NOW, I BEG YOU!"
"YESSSS, LOUDER, BEG ME FOR DEATH, OH YES!" He sniffed around like he had felt euphoria in the air.
After minutes of torture he smacked one of the fire alarms, crying from laughter.
As the fire was slowly being washed away, I started to cough, searching for air to inhale. I lay on the muddy floor with my eyes wide open looking at the ceiling so numb. Wanted to recite a grace. Talk to God, beg him. I wasn't ever very religious, but we entirely believe and search for help from God when we're powerless. We expect help to come. At this moment I doubt in him. I doubt in everything. I doubt in myself.
Hard boots were coming closer, and closer to my direction, "Get up, Mona Lisa." He plucked me up taking a hold on my arm. My legs start to hurt so much, I almost fell again. He came closer to me and pulled down my only dressing material, taking a look of my bare chest, and everything underneath, chuckled and said, "I think it's time for some shower." I tried to touch his face, analyzing his facial structure.
Sharp, long nose.
Tiny eyes.
Rounded face.
Full lips.
No any wrinkles.
Seems like he's not that old as I thought.
"Fucking stop that!" His voice brought confusion in his tincture, I smirked.
"LUKE! QUENTIN!" He yelled, his voice echoing around the room.
"What!?" their yells seems far.
"Is the bath ready?" I could hear the amusement in his voice.
"Oh yes, it is." I've sense Luke approaching from the back, playing with my cheek.
Collin tightened the meterial around my head as he whispered in my ear, "shall we?"
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Brutally Beautiful.
Mistero / Thriller"Does it hurt?" I asked, pressing on the wound. "Not as much as it hurts loving you, Hailey, " He stared into my eyes. Observing blood falling across his chest was brutally beautiful.
