Please Tell Me This Is Just A Bad Dream
Bad Girl
Half an hour later shadows appeared together with Johnny and zacky. They all had cold stares, especially shadows. He looked pretty pissed. This is not gonna be nice.
“I guess you already know why you’re here.” Matt said and I looked away. I decided to ignore him. “Vengeance is gonna take care of you today. He finally decided to stop being a pussy” I looked at zacky who was just staring at the floor. I really wanted to know what was passing through his mind in this moment. He was always so quiet and reserved. I always wondered why.
“Let’s begin then.” Shadows said, and then Johnny handed zacky a knife. A really big knife I must say. Zacky then looked at me, and got closer. I just closed my eyes, and seconds later I felt the metal cutting the skin from my stomach. I shrieked at the top of my lungs feeling the pain take over my body. Tears began to form in my eyes as zacky kept cutting me.
“Please stop, please!” I sobbed and looked at him, but he ignored me and kept cutting. I could see a lot of emotions form in his face as he did so. He seemed out of his body, like if it wasn’t himself. It sounds like a fucking terror movie where someone is possessed by a demon, but it just looked like that.
“STOP!” I screamed as loud as possible, but they just laughed. Zacky then stepped back, and then Johnny got closer with a bottle filled with something in his hand.
“W-what is that?” I asked him squirming in the table.
“Oh, it’s nothing, just some lemon juice.” He told me. My eyes got wide open. He was just notgoing to do that. Of course I was wrong, and he began to pour the lemon juice all over the wounds.
My screams got louder, and I began to feel light headed. I knew I was gonna pass out at any moment, I was not gonna be able to bear the pain for much longer. Johnny finally poured the whole thing over my torso, and stepped back.
“I hope you learned your lesson.” Shadows said, and then left the room followed by Johnny. I looked at my stomach, and noticed it wasn’t just simple cuts, zacky had written ‘BAD GIRL’ on it. I kept crying silently, not carrying if zacky was there looking at me.
I closed my eyes for a while, until I felt something wet over my stomach. I opened them, and found it was a wet towel, and zacky right beside me. ì]What on earth? I raised an eyebrow, and he just began to pat my belly softly, like trying not to make too much pressure so it wouldn’t hurt. Was he really trying to help me?
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“Trying to get the lemon juice off of the wounds so it doesn’t hurt so badly.” He told me simply.
“Why?”
“You like the pain, or what?” he answered with a question.
“No, but this is not normal. I mean, not in you at least…this is gonna sound stupid, but aren’t you supposed to like torture me?” I asked him, watching as he kept cleaning the wounds carefully. He sighed and looked at me, then looked at my torso and shrugged.
“I don’t know…since you got here I found you kind of interesting. There’s something about you that just intrigues me.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. So now I guess I know why he hasn’t done anything to me.
“oh…” I didn’t know what else to say.
“But don’t think I’m gonna do this whenever they torture you. I’m doing this just because it was me who made the wounds. I really don’t give a fuck about what the others do to you.” He said, and then left. We have some kind of bipolar guy here, I see. I don’t know why, but I kind of felt better now knowing that he found me interesting, though he doesn’t care if the other guys tortured me or not. I really didn’t know what to think about him now. Would it be fine if I began to consider him as a not so dangerous person? But with what he did he proved me he would hurt me if he had to. I think I’m gonna have to wait and see what happens next. That is if they don’t kill me soon.
I noticed I was still tied to the table, and tried to get free, with no luck. Guess you’ll never learn it ain’t that simple, right Ginger? Yeah, stupid me. I sighed in defeat, and tried to get asleep with the pain of the wounds in my belly. It was gonna be a long, long night.
“I guess you already know why you’re here.” Matt said and I looked away. I decided to ignore him. “Vengeance is gonna take care of you today. He finally decided to stop being a pussy” I looked at zacky who was just staring at the floor. I really wanted to know what was passing through his mind in this moment. He was always so quiet and reserved. I always wondered why.
“Let’s begin then.” Shadows said, and then Johnny handed zacky a knife. A really big knife I must say. Zacky then looked at me, and got closer. I just closed my eyes, and seconds later I felt the metal cutting the skin from my stomach. I shrieked at the top of my lungs feeling the pain take over my body. Tears began to form in my eyes as zacky kept cutting me.
“Please stop, please!” I sobbed and looked at him, but he ignored me and kept cutting. I could see a lot of emotions form in his face as he did so. He seemed out of his body, like if it wasn’t himself. It sounds like a fucking terror movie where someone is possessed by a demon, but it just looked like that.
“STOP!” I screamed as loud as possible, but they just laughed. Zacky then stepped back, and then Johnny got closer with a bottle filled with something in his hand.
“W-what is that?” I asked him squirming in the table.
“Oh, it’s nothing, just some lemon juice.” He told me. My eyes got wide open. He was just notgoing to do that. Of course I was wrong, and he began to pour the lemon juice all over the wounds.
My screams got louder, and I began to feel light headed. I knew I was gonna pass out at any moment, I was not gonna be able to bear the pain for much longer. Johnny finally poured the whole thing over my torso, and stepped back.
“I hope you learned your lesson.” Shadows said, and then left the room followed by Johnny. I looked at my stomach, and noticed it wasn’t just simple cuts, zacky had written ‘BAD GIRL’ on it. I kept crying silently, not carrying if zacky was there looking at me.
I closed my eyes for a while, until I felt something wet over my stomach. I opened them, and found it was a wet towel, and zacky right beside me. ì]What on earth? I raised an eyebrow, and he just began to pat my belly softly, like trying not to make too much pressure so it wouldn’t hurt. Was he really trying to help me?
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“Trying to get the lemon juice off of the wounds so it doesn’t hurt so badly.” He told me simply.
“Why?”
“You like the pain, or what?” he answered with a question.
“No, but this is not normal. I mean, not in you at least…this is gonna sound stupid, but aren’t you supposed to like torture me?” I asked him, watching as he kept cleaning the wounds carefully. He sighed and looked at me, then looked at my torso and shrugged.
“I don’t know…since you got here I found you kind of interesting. There’s something about you that just intrigues me.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. So now I guess I know why he hasn’t done anything to me.
“oh…” I didn’t know what else to say.
“But don’t think I’m gonna do this whenever they torture you. I’m doing this just because it was me who made the wounds. I really don’t give a fuck about what the others do to you.” He said, and then left. We have some kind of bipolar guy here, I see. I don’t know why, but I kind of felt better now knowing that he found me interesting, though he doesn’t care if the other guys tortured me or not. I really didn’t know what to think about him now. Would it be fine if I began to consider him as a not so dangerous person? But with what he did he proved me he would hurt me if he had to. I think I’m gonna have to wait and see what happens next. That is if they don’t kill me soon.
I noticed I was still tied to the table, and tried to get free, with no luck. Guess you’ll never learn it ain’t that simple, right Ginger? Yeah, stupid me. I sighed in defeat, and tried to get asleep with the pain of the wounds in my belly. It was gonna be a long, long night.
You can't leave it like this! I need an update o.o
12/4/14