He Strikes at the Hotel

Chapter Forty Four

Jeremy's bright blonde hair was the only thing I could see through the dark hallway they were both leading me down.

After he gave me a 'taste' of what he was going to do, he threw a cloth my way and told me not to make a mess on his floor, before we continued to wherever he was taking me. I didn't expect that to be the case after I saw the mess that was left in the laundry room, however, I suppose that was most likely Jared's doing. They are both very different people. Jared is a brute in his everyday life, not caring about the mess he leaves behind and having a constant angry demeanour which makes you dislike him. Whereas Jeremy, he can put on a façade of being a normal man, even if he is quiet he doesn't seem dangerous... Just a little, recluse. Plus, he is a stickler for cleanliness, even whilst slicing up people.

I couldn't stop thinking about where I would be now if I hadn't of spoken to Zachery that day. If I hadn't of taken him down to the laundry room, if I hadn't of longed for when he came knocking at my door in the evenings to discuss our plans. I would most likely be in bed right now, safe, sound and asleep. It pained me to think of it, but I would be safe, and Zachery would be too. They were never after him.

Even whilst thinking this, I couldn't bring myself to regret any of it. Meeting Zachery has made me see a side of myself I didn't know existed. A part of me that feels excitement, happiness, love and pure adoration. I could never regret that, as it has made me feel alive. Not going to lie, would have been nicer to feel this way and not be walking towards my untimely death though.

I was led to a room which resembled the strange bright room I had seen earlier, but this room was the darker version. There was no brightness about it, only flames on the walls lighting it, making a warm orange glow which hugged you as you entered. A false comfort. Also, instead of the stretcher being the centre point, there was a tatty old chair which looked as if it would collapse if a child sat on it; but that didn't stop Jared from pushing me in its direction and pulling me down so he could tie my hands behind my back again. I tried to resist, but the affects of the chloroform still lingered in my muscles, causing my struggle to look pathetic, no matter how hard my mind tried. I scowled and tried to tug at the rope as it was being tied around my wrists, but nothing slowed Jared down. He was an expert at this.

"Now, now little Kitten. Fighting against your fate will do nothing in your favour." Jeremy spat out, watching the show with an amused grin on his lips. He started to walk closer to me once Jared had finished the job, and he crouched down so his eyes met mine. I hated this man, for what he was doing to me as well as what he was doing to everyone else, including Zachery. I couldn't even bring myself to speak to him or entertain his blood thirsty parade.

"I pity you." Is all that could escape my mouth. My words were full of hatred but where genuine. This boy had everything, yet he has chosen this path, and for that he could never come back. He may kill me, yes. He may kill many more too. But eventually he will get caught out. And the vengeance on him will be extreme.

Jeremy cocked his head and gave me a contemplating look, as if he was looking straight into my soul, trying to figure out the meaning of it all. He put his hands on his knees and began to lift himself up from the hunched position. It was slow, and there was a slight sway in his movements which made it look almost like this was a theatrical performance and he was doing his very best to win lead villain.

Once he was standing straight, looking down at me with his bright, shining eyes, he took a deep breath in. There was silence, and my heart was beginning to race with the fear and anticipation that he was creating. He created these silences and savoured them, as he knew it provoked fear. He basked in the power.

He cut this silence short, as he raised his arm and clenched his fist, swinging at me with full force. He didn't miss, and his knuckled connected with my cheek hard, winding me and welcoming stars in my eyes. I screamed out involuntarily as I felt blood trickling down the side of my face and could feel my cheek bone crying out in pain.

"That's ENOUGH." Jeremy bellowed, as he massaged his knuckles tentatively, as if I was the one who caused it. "And let that be a lesson to you. Don't. Speak. Again." He let the words out as if it was bothersome to him, he was too grand for this, and that he shouldn't of had to say it in the first place. Pompous ass.

He looked at me for a moment but I refused to meet his gaze. I didn't want to look at him, nor did I want to give him the satisfaction of him seeing my pain. I gritted my teeth and held in every whimper and every tear, fighting to not feel a thing. Jeremy and Jared both began to move away towards the door, talking casually as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

"We'll be back for you soon. Don't get into any trouble, will you?" Jeremy laughed and Jared wore an ugly grimace at his partners version of a joke.

They walked out the door and turned down back towards the way we came. Only God knows what they are going to be doing now, whether they go enjoy the performance that will be starting soon, or whether they are preparing something else to torture me. All I know is that I need to get out of here. And soon.

My hands were tied together behind the chair so tightly that the rope was burning into my wrists. If I pull at them, it will do me no use other than making my wrists bleed. I looked around the room for something to use to help me out a bit, but the room had been stripped bare. There was nothing other than empty shelves, dirty walls and scraps of paper littered around the floor. Very helpful. Very helpful indeed.

I let out a frustrated sigh and tilted my head back so that I was staring at the ceiling, feeling lost and defeated. "You are not giving up. You are NOT giving up. There's got to be a way out of here somehow. There will be something." I whispered to myself, trying to give myself the push of hope that I desperately was craving. I scanned the room time after time, hoping that I would find something different that I had of missed the first few hundred times; something that could actually be useful.

"Oh Zachery, where are you?" I voiced the thought I had been suppressing for a while now. I was becoming desperate. I knew it wouldn't be long before Jeremy and Jared came trotting their way back in.

I began to wriggle around in the chair, hoping that maybe the rope would loosen slightly, or at least move. I was surprised when I felt a crack in one of the legs, as if the wood of the chair was older and tattier than what I thought of first glance. "Yes yes yes..." I thought to myself as I began wriggling around viciously, trying to hop up and crash back down, and each time I did, I felt a larger crack or split in the wood.

I felt weak, but the chair was weaker. I gave one more final attempt to break the structure. I leant back in the chair on the back two legs, swaying backwards and forwards, partially losing myself in the rhythm. Then, I let myself go. Me and the chair both fell backwards, landing solidly on the concrete floor with a thud. The chair broke into about three or four pieces, allowing me to move my arms up and around the broken pieces, freeing them and my spirits.

I stood there still and silently, planning my next move with expert precision. They would not get away with this, over my dead body.