Sunlight woke me up the next morning. I opened my eyes and looked around; I was still in the bed with my hands cuffed to the headboard. My whole body was sore, specially my lower part. That fucking bastard, I just wanted to kick him in the balls until they looked like fucking raisins. I stayed there for a while, until the door opened and in came the motherfucker. He was no longer fedora guy, he now was motherfucker.

“Good morning, sexy. Did you sleep tight?” he asked smiling. I just wanted to punch him and erase that fucking fake smile from his face. But since it was impossible at the moment, I just gave him a nasty look. “Why are you looking at me like that? Didn’t you enjoy last night?” I just raised an eyebrow.
“Too bad.” He got closer, and took off the handcuffs. I moved my elbows in circles and try to ease the pain. Motherfucker tossed my underwear on top of the bed, together with a t-shirt that wasn’t mine since jimmy ripped it, and my jeans. “Dress up fast.” He ordered. I gave him a look, but did it anyway, and then he took me from my arm and dragged me downstairs to the kitchen.

He sat me on one of the stools, with a bowl of soup in front of me. What the heck? He noticed my surprised expression and talked, “it’s fucking soup, just eat it. There’s no poison in it, matt prefers to kill our victims with his own hands rather than let them die from hunger or poisoned.” I took the spoon, and devoured it. I didn’t notice how hungry I was until that moment. Judging by the look motherfucker was giving me, I must have eaten that soup in less than two minutes. I smiled, feeling full. He raised an eyebrow, and I did the same. “Syn, matt needs you in the office- oh…” vengeance appeared, and stopped talking when he saw me there. We locked stares for a second before I looked away. He was the only one of them who made me feel uneasy.
“Alright. But watch the bitch while I’m gone.” He told him and left the kitchen. I just kept looking at my empty bowl of soup, feeling his stare on me the whole time.
“Are you done with that?” he asked me. I finally looked at him,
“what?”
“Are you done with the soup?”
“I uh…yeah.” I said and moved the bowl away from me. He took it and put it in the sink. “Okay, let’s go then.” He took me by the arm, and I stood up following him. His grip wasn’t that strong, he at least wasn’t hurting me like motherfucker did before. We went outside the house and into the barn. He left me there and locked the door. Well, at least he didn’t tie me. I sighed sitting down and leaned back on a stack of hay detailing the barn. It had a window in the other wall, blocked with wood. I stood up and went there, trying to get an idea of how to get the nails out. It wasn’t gonna be easy, but I had to try.

Someone began to unlock the door making me jump a little. I quickly sat down looking as innocent as possible. I looked at who was it, and in came jimmy, smiling at me. Urgh… “Hello there, ginger bread.” I looked at him. “Oh c’mon, talk to me, I wanna hear the voice behind those screams” he smirked.
“What the fuck do you want me to say to all you assholes?” I asked him expecting him to punch me in the face or something but he just bust in laughter.
“I like your attitude…it turns me on so fucking much.” He told me. No, not again please, I don’t think I would resist it. He saw my face and talked.
“But don’t worry; I’m not here for sex. I actually came to play with you a little.” He smirked that sick smile and then went all serious.
“Get up.” I did it, and he took off my shirt and tied my hands over my head, hanging the tie on another hook like motherfucker did last night. I was getting tired of that position. The only difference was that I was facing the wall this time.
“This is the thing. I have a dice and a whip with me.” My heart skipped a bit. “So I’m gonna roll the dice; if it’s an even number, I will whip you. If it’s an odd number, you’re safe.” Fuck.my.life.
“let’s play, shall we?” he said, and threw the dice, it landed on the floor and rolled a foot away from me. I looked at it: a four. I just felt the whip rip the skin from my back, and I screamed. He picked up the dice and threw it again: a two. Another whip, my scream was higher. He threw it again: a three. I sighed in relief.
“Awh, that’s too bad. No whip this time.” He picked up the dice and threw it again: a six. Another whip, another scream.

He kept playing for another twenty minutes, whipping me when it landed on an even number. I could tell my back was all covered in blood, I was sobbing by then.
“Please, stop!” I begged between sobs.
“But why? We’re having so much fun, ginger bread!” he complained and threw the dice again. It was a five, so no whip.
“Please jimmy, stop now.” I tried again. did I call him by his name? Guess the pain wasn’t letting me think clearly. I kept crying with despair.
“Okay, since you’re asking me like that…and, you called me by my name.” he said seductively.Fuck! He got closer and untied me. My knees gave up, and I ended on the floor, as always.
“See you later, ginger bread.” He said, and left the barn locking the door. I took the t-shirt from the floor, putting it on. I hissed in pain when the shirt touched the wounds on my back. This was gonna be a pain in the ass.

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