Bloody Knives in My Leftovers

Chapter 7: The Food Is Getting Cold

It was so shocking in fact that you couldn't help but snort. Sure, you were being kidnapped by literal murderers, but its not like that ever stopped you from having a good laugh at their expense.

The masked man snapped his head down at you, and you could almost feel the death glare coming from underneath it. You knew for sure that you would have bruises from how hard he was manhandling you, wincing when he reached around and pinched you on the forearm in spite.

"Watch it."

You weren't going to risk laughing again, but it was really funny how annoyed he seemed at you insulting his car. You bit down on your lip and averted your gaze.

The large silver door slid open slowly, and without warning you were thrown inside, landing harshly on your butt as the thin carpet burned your hands. God damn, that hurt.

Bailey was already inside, slouched against the door and groaning, seemingly barely conscious after the jabbing and yelling. Blood coated her hands and her winter jacket was cut up around the sleeves, wounds peeking out from the shreds.

You managed to prop yourself up and hurry to sit beside her, taking her ice cold hands in your own. You didn't know how extensive her injuries were but making sure she was going to survive the night was your top priority, you would figure out how to escape this death trap after.

"Bailey!" you squeezed her hands, hissing her name under your breath as you spied the men conversing outside, seemingly having a dispute.

"Mmh.." her groan was weak but she carefully squeezed your hands back, eyes fluttering as she shifted her head. Relief made you sigh, allowing a slight smile to appear, cozying up next to her and allowing her to rest her head on your shoulder.

"I'll get you out of here, Bails.." You muttered into her hair, placing a kiss on top of her braids.

All of a sudden the front doors were yanked open, and mannequin mask hopped into the driver's seat, the hooded man sliding into the passenger side.

Your eyes were drawn to them and you missed the third one practically jumping into the backseat, only noticing him when the sliding door crashed closed, making you yelp in surprise.

Goggles giggled at you, his shoulders bouncing merrily as he took a seat on the floor next to you. It seemed all the seats in the back had been removed, a twin size air mattress pushed to the trunk with a pile of blankets stacked on it.

"Don't slam the door." The command from the white mask made Goggles stick up a defiant middle finger, which received no response.

The car suddenly roared to sputtery life, making you hold Bailey a little closer. You eyed the jittery man across from you like he could pounce at any moment if you deviated from your staring. He just kept bouncing his shoulders.

The hooded man bent over slightly and opened the glove box, pulling something out and shutting it once more. The car pulled out of the alley way as he reached back and threw whatever he was holding at Goggles.

It landed clumsily in his lap and he snapped his head back down before gasping dramatically. He slowly raised his head at you and you felt your stomach drop, pushing your legs out and trying desperately to back up.

He just dropped to all fours and began crawling towards you with the speed of a predator stalking its prey, you imagined sharp canines dripping with drool and blood, ready to tear open your flesh like a candy wrapper.

Before you knew it, your back was pressed against a hard metal door, your legs squished to your chest and your arms thrown out in front of Bailey. There was no escape in sight as Goggles tilted his head like a dog, sitting on his haunches in front of you.

He slowly leaned forward, pressing one palm into the carpet to keep himself steady as the car swayed. With the other hand he slowly revealed two pieces of pitch black cloth, dangling them in front of you with hidden malice.

"H-hold still, kleiner hase~" His tone was soft, almost caring as he reached out toward your face.

Instinct rushed into your brain with an overflow of adrenaline, leaving no room for any rational thought. As his gloved hand brushed up against your flushed cheek you shot forward, an animalistic snarl leaving your barred teeth, looking as feral as you sounded.

Your mouth opened, before snatching the side of his hand into your maw. You felt your teeth sink into his rough flesh, past the faux leather of his fingerless gloves. Soon, the familiar taste of pennies flooded your mouth, slicking across your teeth and tongue.

Your eyes darted up, locking onto your victim, expecting to hear a howl of pain, a look of terror, something to prove how much your hurt him.

Your breath caught in your throat as saliva mixed with the metallic blood. Your eyes met your own reflection in his foggy goggles, your image warped and orange. You stared at it, looking in slight horror as drool and crimson leaked out of your lips, an unrecognizable...something in your frantic eyes. Hair matted and splayed across your forehead.

Worst of all, as your grip weakened on the man's hand, he didn't so much as flinch. Instead a low noise grumbled in his chest, bubbling up to his throat and spilling out of his lips. A silvery laugh, bouncing off the metal shell.

This fucker was laughing. Not a hint of pain in any of his features.

He tore his hand from your jaw, leaving his own flesh behind, trapped behind your teeth.

Then, without warning he took his non-bloody hand and yanked you forward by your hair. Fist rooted deep by your scalp, causing you to cry out in shock and pain. He jerked you close to his masked face, you could almost smell his warm breath from beneath the cloth. Eyes watering he raked a low whisper, your own eyes staring at you through the reflection.

"N-nice try." He punctuated with a hoarse giggle.

You opened your mouth, ready to beg, plead...anything to get him to let go.

As a single noise left your mouth he gripped impossibly harder and then slammed your skull onto the dirty minivan carpet. You cried out, but the sound died in your raw throat as the world became hazy and every fighting instinct fled your body. Finally, the world fell black.

Translations:

Zwei runter - Two Down

kleiner hase - Little Bunny (Roughly)