The Wicked End

He stood “okay well time to start babe” I stared at him “start what?” he smiled “well were going to play a game its called scream” I moved back in to the corner and asked “what happened to talking?” he shrugged “you didn’t answer me so I take it you want to play” he walked over to the big dresser and unlocked it. I peered inside and saw what was in there whips, chains, knifes (allot), some pallets, rope, cuffs, hand towels, and bottles of liquid.
I stood up “Matt I want to talk! You're friend zacky was rude and you're friend Brian was nice sort of And uh you have a great house” he turned around and smiled with a rope in his hands “okay keep going” I backed in to the wall “uh you're kitchen was super clean like no ones ever used it” he nodded “no one has in a while” he walked over to me.
I walked away facing him “uh if you want I know how to cook” he laughed “I don't know you might try to kill me again” I stopped “yeah a-about that” he tossed the rope on the table and pulled a chair out “sit down” I shook my head “I like to stand thank you” he inhaled really loudly and yelled “sit down!” I ran over and sat down. He shook his head as I lightly shivered.
He grabbed the blankets and pillow and tossed them to the side. He moved the table a bit and said “I don't know why you make me yell” I held on to the chair “I'm sorry Matt” he turned around “its okay” he grabbed the rope and I tensed up. He smirked “so is you're hair naturally curly?” I nodded “yeah my mom had really curly hair and uh so I got it from her” he smiled “who had hazel eyes?” his hand moved some hair out of my face.
I took a breath “my mom has green eyes and my dad uh had like brown eyes. So I guess my mom” he smiled “so who do you take after?” I reached in my pocket and pulled out a small wallet “my mom” he smiled “you got a picture?” I nodded “yeah but you have to swear to not go looking for her” he nodded “I swear” I pulled out a picture of my mom.
This was going well maybe can get him to let me go? It was taken when she was in collage. Mom fuck I love you, I'm sorry I wasn’t a good kid. I stared at her my mom and remembered all the times she had to get me out of trouble. I passed Matt the picture with tears streaming down my face. He took the picture and wrapped an arm around me pulling me to him. I cried in to his pants. He rubbed my back trying to comfort me “I got to say you're mom is fucking hot. You look just like her, but you are a lot cuter.”
I sniffled. He laughed “its okay why are you crying? I told you I wasn’t going to find her” I nodded. He set the picture down on the table. I closed my eyes and stopped crying. When I did he leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. Maybe this wont be so bad?
He pulled my up to stand and moved to lean on the table. I wrapped my arms around his neck. Matt held me to him then turned us so that I was leaning on the table. His fingers fumbled with my jeans. He slid them off of me.

Then laid me back on the table, He grabbed the rope and pulled my arms away from his neck, he wrapped the rope around my wrist’s he pulled away with me biting his lip. I let go and he leaned over pecking me “good girl” he mumbled. Then he got up and pulled the rope causing me to fall in to him. He pushed me on to the chair and wrapped the rope all around the chair.
Matt stepped back and walked to the dresser thing “okay Rory so how old are you?” I blinked “18” he turned round “you're lying” I shook my head “I swear” he nodded mumbling to him self ‘she's a baby, what can I use. Uh you” I watched him reach in the dresser and stick some thing in his pants. Then he grabbed some thing else a box.

He walked back over my eyes darted straight to his pants. There was a knife handle sticking out. He set the box down on the table and pulled the other chair in front of me. He pulled out the knife from his pants and set it on the table then he sat down. He opened the box there was five syringes in it all with different tinted liquids in them. Matt picked one up it had a rosy color to it and had very little in it.

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