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He's gonna kidnap me and torture me and not even tell me his fucking name.
"Oh, I'm um Masky," He said, he sounded shocked.
"And why the hell did you put me through all that shit in there, you could have just put some alcohol and stitched it up, not that hard," He sucked in a breath getting ready to answer my question my question but I wasn't done just yet.
"And why do you have on that mask, are you really that ugly," I folded my arms, he might kill me for that last one, but oh well, it doesn't look like I'm gonna be able to get out of here anyways.
He just stood there and stared at me, he clenched his fists. In a flash he grabbed my face and jerked it upwards to face him. He spoke in a cold, low voice that was eerily quiet. "If you want to keep that pretty face of yours I'd suggest you keep your little mouth shut. And if you keep that shit up I'll be happy to call that man back and let him take you,"
He threw my chin to the side and walked to the door, he turned to Hoodie and said "I'm going out," before slamming the door.
Hoodie turned me me and shook his head and went into the kitchen. I let out a sigh and leaned into the couch. I turned my head and looked at my arm, the hell did they do to me, I hope they didn't put any of that puffer fish stuff in me, that would suck. I once read about how puffer fish venom and how it paralyzed its victims but they could still feel pain.
A shiver ran up my spine at the thought, He might just do that since I insulted him... oh well. I looked around at my surroundings, the couch I was sitting on was cold, worn out leather, with a couple of stains here and there. There were two other leather chairs, also in the same condition as the couch.
There was a hall to the right that lead to other rooms, I'll have to check those out, my stomach growled. Now that I think about it I haven't really ate anything since yesterday. Let's hope they have something here.
I stood up from the couch, a strike of pain went through my left arm, protesting from the sudden movement. I let out a sigh and slowly trudged to the kitchen. The kitchen was in no better condition then the living room, in desperate need of a cleaning but not unbearably dirty.
I opened the fridge only to be meet with mustard, ketchup, some old ground beef, and a jar with some strange liquid and a strange piece of meat maybe? This is the sadest fridge I've ever seen, what do they even eat.
I crinkled my nose in disgust, If it really came to it I could last weeks with out food, just definitely not preferred. A cold sense of dread came over me, the realization of what situation I was in finally clicked. My breathing quickened at what all could happen with me.
I don't even know how to fight, let alone defend myself. I looked around for a knife or anything to defend myself with. I opened and closed draws, finally my eyes laid on what I was hunting for. A knife, it was bigger than an average one thankfully. I look it and smiled, maybe I do have a chance.
Just as I found some happiness a heard the front door open, all of the fuzzy feelings I had just felt retreated in the mater of a second. Shit, where to hide, I looked around frantically, scanning the kitchen. Behind the fridge, I ran and nuzzled myself in between the wall and the fridge. I could still see the kitchen through a sliver where the fridge wasn't completely pushed up against the cabinets.
I saw Masky put down some bags onto the counter, "Hoodie, where's the human?" he called out.
Hoodie walked into the kitchen as well, "I don't know," he replied, "They were just sitting on the couch the last time I saw them,"
"How the hell did you manage to lose them," He asked, his fists clenched as he spoke.
"Hey, in my defense you didn't even tell me to watch them, you just left,"
Masky took a breath in, obviously about to insult him but took it back and looked down slightly, "Ok... whatever, you look around outside and I'll look in here,"
Hoodie replied with a nod and went outside. Masky ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, "Fucking bitch," he mumbled.
I clenched the knife in my hand, ready to strike, he took a few steps forward, he was right in front of me, scanning the kitchen one last time. I took a quick breath in and leaped out from behind it, he noticed me a bit to late, he moved but I still sliced his shoulder.
Adrenaline pushed through my legs and arms, I ran at him, trying to get another blow in, he blocked my with his arm and thrusted me against the counter, my back hit it with a painful thump.
I regained my balance and looked up, I was meet with a hard punch to the face, not catching it in time. My head recoiled and blackness seeped into the sides of my vision. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath.
He backed up for a second to take a quick glance at his arm. I lifted my head up just in time to see him bolting towards me, I ran at him and ducked just as he got in punching distance. I caught the side of his torso with the knife as I ran.
He turned at me and stared at me, I pulled the knife out in front me be, heaving with all of this sudden activity. It seemed like he wasn't even breaking a sweat, or really affected by the damage I caused.
"You know, you put up much more of a fight than I thought you would, but I'm done assing around with you now," He said as he readjusted his mask.
In a flash he came running at me again but way quicker than before. I grabbed my knife and tried to dodge but he was expecting it, he grabbed my shirt and threw me onto the floor. I landed with a grunt as my head slammed into the cold tile floor.
I held the knife in front of me trying to defend myself some how, it caught his lower arm but he squeezed my wrists painfully causing me to drop it. His knee was on my chest preventing me from throwing him off or kicking him. I squirmed under his weight "Get off of me!" I yelled as I tried to pry my hands from his grasp.
He just sat there, he didn't move or speak, It seemed like he stopped breathing. The silence was bone chilling, not knowing what was happening next made my skin crawl. I gave another tug on his hands, hoping that his grip would losen, but I was wrong.
Suddenly his head snapped down at me, he got up and pulled me up by my hands. A strike of pain went up my arm from the sudden tug and movement on the wound. His grip tightened on my hands and I could feel my fingertips becoming numb from the lack of blood flow.
I pulled away from him, "Let me go your hurting my arm!" I yelled at him, I could feel blood pooling around the wound from the sudden movement of it. He didn't even listen instead, he tightened his already strong grip on my wrists. My wrists are gonna snap at this rate.
Tears where starting to form from the pain of everything. He then made up his mind on what he was gonna do next. He pulled me down the hallway my my hands, he was going to fast, I had to walk backwards and felt like I was gonna fall. "Slow down!" I cried, the blood from the wound was starting to bleed through my hoodie.
He stopped, I craned my neck to see that we was opening a door. He threw it opened and dragged me into it, he threw me down onto the cold wooden floor. Dizziness took over me and I just layer there for a second, once my vision focused I could see Masky standing above me.
Silenced drenched the room, the only sound that came from anywhere was my breaths. I was trying to keep myself from crying but the pain from my wrists and arm was making it difficult. He just stared at me, and I hated it.
Then he just walked out of the room, his foot steps echoed through the empty room, he slammed the door on his way out. The deafening silence then came back into the room, I sat up to examine my arm.
Blood had soaked my whole left sleeve, it was now starting to drip off of the hoodie, it made me feel sick. This much blood lose couldn't be good. Shit, what am I gonna do, at this rate I'd probably die from this.
I pulled myself up, my legs felt like jello. The room started to spin as I got up, I had to grab the window sill to steady myself. After a minute the spinning stoped but the dizzy feeling never left. I stumbled to the door, I tried opening it but it wouldn't budge.
"Shit" I whispered to myself, I banged on the door with my right fist, "Shit," I said a bit louder. I continued to bang on the door, I just needed to get out of here, I just needed to get out and it all be fine. I threw my self at the door, hitting it with my side, tears started coming down.
"Let me out!" I yelled at no one, I just hoped someone would hear me and rescue me.
I crumped to the floor, my legs had given out on me. I couldn't focus on anything, It made me want to puke. I put my right hand on my temple and closed my eyes hoping the dizziness would be gone when I opened them but it didn't.
It only worsened when I opened my eyes, blackness started to creep in my vision. "Help," I called out, it was only above a whisper, a feeble attempt that wouldn't even reach the other side of the room.
I lowered my head into my knees, I just want it to stop, I'm tired of this. I closed my eyes, ready to go. The last thing I felt was a strong hand on my shoulder and waist.