Jerome's Little Toy

5

I wake up in chains, again.

Only this time, there is a knife and a revolver.
I can barely make out the shapes of the objects because of the darkness.
The knife is to my left, and the gun is to my right.
I pick up the revolver, and find two bullets.
I pick up the knife, and it is as sharp as can be.
I set both objects down.

He wants me to stab myself, cut off a limb, or shoot myself.

I sit here and think.
How could I outsmart this prick?

I grab the gun, and shoot just below the swivel closest to my left hand.
The chain pops off, and my left hand is freed.
I do the same to my right hand, grab the knife, and keep the empty gun in my hand.

I feel around for the door, and soon enough, I find it.
Working the blade of the knife in the keyhole, the door eventually unlocks.

The room floods with light, as I open the door.

Same hall, same room, same neighbor.

I walk over towards Jerome's door, and listen.

Moans.

I look down at the knife, the blade is about 5 inches.
A door is about 3 inches thick.

Before I realize what I'm doing, I stab the door, and the blade pierces the wood.

The moaning stops.

I'm sliming ear to ear.

I see the handle slowly turn, as I hear his giggle.

I take in his appearance.

Messy hair, no shirt, boxers, and a massive boner.

I throw the empty gun at him.

"Mind gettin' these off of me?" I smile, holding my wrists out, after he catches the gun.

He sets the gun down on a dresser, and reaches for a small, silver key.
He walks towards me again, and grabs my wrists.

While he unlocks my wrists, I look into the room, to find a scared, dazed bleach blonde.
She's wrapped in a blanket, and is staring at me.
I grin at her, and watch as she squirms in uncomfortableness.

"Alright doll face, how'd you do it?" Jerome asks me.
I turn my attention back on the ginger I front of me.

"Give me one good reason why I should tell you!" I scoff as I cross my arms.

"I'll kill you if you don't." He threatens.

"Please do! I bet death would be better than this! I mean, I wake up in chains, find a way to escape, but I just end up there the next morning! I swear if I have to do this again I'll kill you." I rant. I'll admit, I'm a little frightened. He could take that knife out of the door, and stab me.

"You put yourself in this situation." He grins at me.
I hear the girl behind him giggle.
I smirk.
"And you put yourself in this one!" I say before punching him.
I run past Jerome, and open the window.
Starting to climb out, I hear him yell my name.
I just laugh.
I hang by my right hand, and let my body dangle under me.
Does he really think I'm going to let go?

"(Y/N) get you ass back in here now!" He screams at me, waking towards my dangling body.

"Make me!" I laugh as I let my grip slip.

"(Y/N)!" He warns, peeking over the edge.

I just laugh as I let go.

At least ten stories up, and I'm not afraid. I know damn well he won't left me fall.

As predicted, Jerome grabs my wrist, and I hang, trusting that he won't let go.

I smile up at him, and see relief in his eyes.

"Who's Mrs. Potato Head?" I ask as he pulls me up.

"Don't know. I picked her up from the street." He laughs, once I'm inside.

"Jerome!" I hear a voice whine.

"Oh dear God." He says under his breath as he faces the girl.

I look over to see her, on her back, legs spread, and her left hand going up and down her thighs.

"Nice to see you found a new hobby besides spreading rumors! You're spreading your legs instead!" I laugh at her.
She glares at me. Jerome giggles.

"Is this really what you do in your free time?" I say to Jerome,"Fucking street whores."

She gasps as she sits up properly.

"At least I don't have to beg to get fucked!" She snaps.

"Is that the best you can do?" I laugh, barley noticing Jerome grabbing the knife out of the door, and reloading the gun.

"So let me get this straight. You trusted Jerome? Jerome, the one who took me  against my will? Jerome, the one who kills people for fun? Jerome, the one that belongs in Arkham?" I ask, honestly curious as to how stupid this chick is.

"He kills people?!" She screams in terror, looking at him and hurriedly putting on her clothes.

"I'll get you out of here hun, just come with me-"
"No! I don't want to go!" I cut her off as she buttons her pants.

I hear Jerome laugh as he places the gun into my hand. He puts his hand over mine, and holds it.

"She's trying to take you away from me!" Jerome whispers in my ear.

"No." I say, barely audible.

Jerome raises the my hand and the gun, aiming it at the girl.

"If we let her go, she'll tell the police where we are, and they'll take you away from me. We can't have that, now can we?" He whispers loud enough for the girl to hear him.

"No." I say again, still just as faint.

"We can do it together. Just you and me." Jerome says as he clicks the safety off the gun, and moves mine and his finger onto the trigger.

"Okay."

He pushes my finger down onto the trigger and the girl falls.

Blood is splattered on the wall and on the bed.

A single tear slides down my face.