Tag, You're It

two

Once he had a good grip of my throat, Bagwell began slamming my head into the bars of the cell. I screamed out in agony as my head hit the metal over and over. It killed me to know that no one could hear me, despite the shrill echoing of my cries throughout the hollow building. But slowly, I didn't scream anymore, and my body went limp as I lost consciousness.

"Good mornin', pretty."

My eyes struggled into focus to see Bagwell looking down at me... on the other side of the bars. He had faked being unable to leave his cell, to make me feel comfortable enough to near him. Now I was the prisoner, and Theodore Bagwell was my captor.

"Wh-what are you doing..? What do you want?" I said softly, still trying to get a grip of my surroundings. I lightly dabbed the back of my head and felt dried blood in my knotted hair.
"Now, don't be sounding so accusatory, little lady. I don't want nothing but your company," Bagwell crouched down and watched me intently as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. He played with his tongue between his teeth.
"Let me out. Right now," I demanded, struggling to my feet.
"Now, you listen here; you, missy, are not one to be making demands, for, I believe, you are the one in the cage," his accent made him sound so dirty.
"Let me out, T-Bag!"
"Please, call me Teddy," he smirked and winked at me as he rose to his feet, towering over me.

I slowly retreated to the back of the cell, petrified of what he was going to do to me. I knew what he was capable of.
"Here." His face was emotionless.
I didn't move. I couldn't.
"Now."
I gulped and cautiously shuffled over to him. He was psychopathic. Insane. He locked me in a cage. He had raped and killed. And the worst part? He now had me in his grasp, with absolutely nothing to lose.

"You wanna know somethin', Gracey?" T-Bag suddenly looked so tall. I fiddled with a loose thread on my skirt, feeling almost to scared to breathe around this man.
"Look at me when I am talking to you, girl," T-Bag pulled a small knife from his pocket and tilted my head up so we were making eye-contact, "Look down again and this will end up in there."
He added pressure to the knife at my throat, lightly pricking me, which actually really hurt.

"Ow! Stop that!" I said, reflexively stepping backwards. T-Bag grabbed my wrist.
"Did I say you could talk, Cherry?" He pulled me towards him, up against the cold bars, "You'll know when I want you to open your mouth." He winked.
This man terrified me, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to put up a fight.
"You probably heard stories about me," he started, "They're not all true."
"Oh, so you aren't the inbred child of a retard? That's right, Teddy. Everyone knows about how your daddy raped his mongoloid sister, and then nine months later, little Teddy pops out." I smirk as I can see the anger building. There was a moment of silence, displaying T-Bag's shock and horror at my words.
"I'm going to kill ya!" T-Bag shouts as he punches the wall; so hard that I felt it. He disappeared off for about twenty minutes, I imagine to cool down. Meanwhile I tried to find a way out, but I soon came to realise prison cells are actually quite difficult to get out of.
When Bagwell returned, he brought a long, dramatic key. He slid it, with some difficulty, into the cell door and opened it up. Now I kind of regretted making fun of him...
"Sit down," he said, surprisingly calmly. I did as I was told. "I'm gonna tell you a story now, Gracey, and you're going to listen."