A ghost story (FrUK)

Chapter ten

"Come on, a little longer," he smiled coming closer to me. I looked to Francis, asking for help. "I can't do anything Arthur!" He said freaking out trying to pull Ivan away, but his hands went through. "Maybe we can do something else besides sip tea and eat sandwiches?" Ivan said coming closer. "I don't think so, maybe it is getting late," I laughed starting to back up, but he grabbed my hand really hard.

"That hurts," I said dropping my smile as I tried to pull away from him. "Let go of him, bastard!" Francis yelled, trying to get him away. "Please let go," I begged as he started to pull me closer to him. "No," he laughed pulling me Even closer. "Let go of Arthur now!" Francis started to cry, not being able to help me. I tried pulling away, but he grabbed my hand tighter. "I told you no!" He yelled squeezing it harder.

"SNAP!!!!"
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!" I could not control my screaming as I felt my hand snap in half. "That is what happens when you want to struggle!" He yelled at me as I fell to the ground from the pain. "Arthur!!!" Francis cried, trying to help me, but could not. "Please leave him be; I can not watch this!" Francis cried as I tried to crawl away in a very fast movement. I just need to get to a phone to call someone.

"Oh no you don't," Ivan laughed pulling me up by my hair. "That was your fault," he told me slamming my head against the table. I need to find a way to get out of this situation. "Arthur, the tea!" Francis yelled. I looked over the table and saw the hot tea I had just poured. I reached for it with the hand that was not broken and splashed it on Ivan's face.
"Ahhhh!! You stupid bitch," he yelled letting go of me. I fell to the ground dizzy but stood up quickly to run upstairs to get a phone. "Hurry up; he will be coming soon," Francis told me as I ran quickly.

I held my other hand tightly feeling blood fall down my wrist and staining my white shirt. I went to my bedroom and slammed the door shut. "Phone, my phone," I said looking around. "Over there," Francis pointed. I ran to it and dialed the emergency number. "112, what is your emergency?" The lady asked as I tried to catch my breath. "There is a crazy man trying to assault me at my home," I said nervously. "What is the address?" She asked. "511 fosse d'orchestre Ave" I said wiping my forehead. "We will be there soon; just hold on," the lady reassured, hanging up.

"Arthur! Open up!" I heard the door bang making me stand up to try and look for protection. "Arthur, please be careful," Francis said worriedly. "I will," I looked at him smiling trying not to show how scared I actually was. The door suddenly busted open, flying across the room. "I like a good chase," he laughed cracking his neck a bit.

"Why are you doing this? I thought you wanted to be friends?"
"Now is not the time to be asking why Arthur, he is trying to kill you!!!"
"Shut it, frog!" 
"I did not say anything."
"Not- never mind, back up before I hurt you," I said looking around to find something. "No, you won't," Ivan said plainly, showing me a knife. "Arthur, you need to run now, please," Francis cried, trying to push me elsewhere. There is nowhere to run. I will have to fight him to survive.

"Take off your clothes," Ivan demanded, pointing the knife at me. "Fuck you!!!" I yelled, throwing him the finger. "I always had this weird attraction to British people cursing. It is better in person," he laughed, licking his knife. Holy hell, I am screwed, possibly literally, if the police do not hurry the hell up.

"When I first laid eyes on you, I knew I had to have a taste of you," he laughed, coming closer to me. There was nowhere for me to go, he had a knife pointed at me, and any movement I make could lead to my death. I looked at Francis, seeing his horrified face. Finally, Ivan had closed the gap between us. I tried turning my head away, but he held my head still. "If you move, I will break your neck too," he hissed, pushing me against the bed. "No, stop!" I yelled, trying to push him away.

"What did I say!!" He yelled, grabbing my neck tightly and starting to choke me. "No!!! Arthur! I can not bare to watch this," Francis cried, trying to pull him off of me. I looked to Francis feeling a tear fall from my eyes. "Look at me," Ivan yelled, forcing my head to look at him. "Fuck you," I laughed.

"Because of that, I will make sure you scream in pain," he glared down at me as he started to use his knife to rip open my trousers. If I moved, he would stab me. "It will be fine," I whispered for Francis to hear. "No!! Do not say that," Francis cried. Ivan got back to face level and started to bite down against the skin on my neck. "Ahhhh!!!! Help!!!" I yelled, horrified by the feeling. It was painful feeling him almost rip my skin off.

"What did I say?" He yelled, pointing the knife at me. He held his hand up to my mouth to cover it. "Stay still; maybe I will go easy on you," he whispered to my ear loud enough for Francis to hear. "Get off of him!!" Francis yelled, still trying his best to get him off. I started to feel his hand trail down into my underwear, touching me. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to think of something else. This can't be happening right now, and it just can't. "I said no!!!" Francis yelled. I could suddenly breathe better as the weight was lifted off of me.

My eyes opened, and I saw that Ivan was thrown across the room. Francis looked shocked as tears continued to fall down his translucent cheeks. "POLICE, WE ARE COMING IN!!!" A yell was heard around the house as I looked at a knocked-out Ivan.

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Thanks for reading so far.
I would like to say first that do not hate the characters, it is a fan fiction, and I needed a bad guy that I have not used before.
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