BLOOD TIES

Let's Play a Game

Chrissy's POV

My eyes fluttered back and forth before I gained enough courage to open my eyes. My vision was blurry and the lights around the room were dimmed almost absent. The smell is what I could never forget, bleach or maybe ammonia. It was pungent.

The room was gloomy and decrepit. It was odd considering I was in a multi-million dollar mansion. I tried to move and felt coldness around my wrist. I look above my head and see that my hands are confined to some pipes. I'm laying in what looks like a medical bed that was taken from the hospital. I close my eyes and deeply sigh. I can't believe I'm in this situation again. The chains, the seclusion, and the darkness were all too familiar. I used the support of the chains to pull myself up on the bed. I'm sitting up looking for anything to use so I can free myself.

As I scan the room, I view a tray on top of an antique dresser. It was at that moment that my eyesight became clear. I was in a torture room. There were about 10 different instruments on the metal tray. Displayed like fucking perfume vanity tray set. They were big, sharp, and there's no doubt that they would cause pain. I begin to panic and start pulling my confined hands towards my body. I'm hoping that there's a pipe that's old and weak and would collapse, giving me my freedom. As I'm kneeling in the bed trying to break free I hear footsteps. I immediately stop and freeze when I see him. This piece of shit!

"I see my beauty has awaken!" Rico says as he comes close to me and caresses the side of my face.

I quickly move my head away.

"Why?!" I asked. Sternly but watching my tone considering I'm have a lil deja vu.

"Why? Hmm...let's just say you failed to finish a job and now you're my problem." He stated. I looked at him with pure anger and confusion.

"What the fuck are you talking about!?" I yelled. I couldn't hold back anymore. He was going to feel every inch of this rage.

"I've never met or heard of you until today! I do not know you!" I exclaimed.

He walked over to the tray of pain. When I tell you a bitch started to sweat. I mean droplets under my titties sweat. A little hit to the face I can handle. But being tortured for hours...Nah. I'd rather fight a man and risk getting knocked the fuck out. I'd rather he put a bullet in my head. Quick and effective.

He grabbed the scalpel and walked towards me.

"We're going to play a little game." He says while he runs the scalpel over his thumb.

"You're going to ask me a series of questions. If you can guess why you're here I'll make your punishment bearable. If not, well..." he says as he's inches from my face.

"I will torture you all night until you're begging me to kill you." He said as he stuck out his tongue and licked the side of my cheek.

I was disgusted.

Tears ran down my face. Secretly, I wanted him to kill me because I knew whatever he was going to do. I wouldn't be able to recover from it.

Naomi's POV

Keisha and I are sitting on a couch in some room located deep in this labyrinth of a mansion. We're exhausted. When we woke up we found ourselves trapped in this room. We've tried everything. Breaking the windows, opening the windows, and using other furniture to break the door down. The front door locked from the outside. This room's purpose is imprisonment.

We're now standing and pacing back and forth. When suddenly the door unlocks and in walks two men. After glancing over both I could tell that they were related. Possibly brothers? Keisha and I back away from the entrance and spread out. We didn't want to corner ourselves in. We needed enough footing for quick movements. We were ready to beat some ass.