The Wicked End

I spit on his face as he grinned. His eyes turned dark right before me. He slowly wiped the spit off of his cheek with a hand. He looked up at me anger flaring. He raised a hand over his chest; his hand collided with my cheek with in seconds. My vision blurred for a moment as the tears threatened to fall. My hand flew up to aid my face.
Matt took a deep breath “I'm sorry” he exhaled resting his palm over my hand. He leaned down and groaned “you are by far my favorite thing in this entire world” my head still stung. I pulled my other hand out from under his and touched my forehead. I flinched at the sight of fresh blood. Matt hadn’t touched my head so I didn’t know how that happened.
I felt his tongue slowly run over the cut on my head. I felt utter disgust feeling him pressed against me. Matt was the scum of the earth. His lips went back to mine. I pressed my lips tightly together; there was no way I was kissing him. I hated him, I might even loath him. When Steve saves me I'm going to make Matt suffer the most.
Ill start by cutting out that tongue he likes to roll over me, I'm going to leave the body part in a glass of rubbing alcohol.
Matt’s tongue stopped sliding across my lips.
I'm going to leave him tied up for a day or two with out food or water. When I decide to return I'm going to savor the feeling of the bones in his fingers braking, just for touching me.
Matt removed his hands from my side. He jumped up and stared at me “what are you talking about?”
I'm finishing by gouging his eyes out. they are so pretty ill even keep them as a souvenir.
Matt stepped back and held his head “stop that” I sat up “stop what” he shook his head “you're not ever getting out alive!” I gulped “what? How do you know what I'm thinking about?” Matt grabbed his shirt and pulled it on.
No sudden movements is probably now in my best interest. I slowly made my way to the wall. Matt faced me “why are you over there?” I shrugged hugging my self. Matt's laughter startled me. the room seemed to get colder.
The air I breathed in was cold enough to stomp my lungs for a moment every time. “What were you doing?” I asked. He smiled wildly as he answered “look at you're arms” I slowly looked down surly this was a dream there was no way that I could be just a bit bruised after what he did to me.
Matt stood up “okay I just came to make sure you didn’t need any thing. So I'm leaving now” I stared at him with a glare. He chuckled making his way over to me. I moved away as he crouched over in front of me, “there isn’t any thing you want is there?” I nodded trying to stand up. Matt helped me by holding my fore arms.
I stared up at him, his eyes were glistering as they bored in to me I now knew that they could read minds or hear or what ever. “and what is it you want?” I pushed him away from me “there's a million things I want” he walked back to lean on the table with his arms crossed. “I want to get out, I want to kill you, I defiantly want that table to move so you'll fall, I want to see my friends, and I want to go home to play with my dog” Matt shook his head. “I will grant you one just not yet” with that he walked out.
I paced the room finding my pants that Matt had used to clean the knives with, a few feet away my shirt. After slipping it to my dirty clothes I walked to the door hoping he’d left it open. I jiggled the knob franticly, nothing. I paced the room some more stopping in front of the door once more.
I battered my fists against the door fully aware of the pain rippling through my arms. My throat stung as I screamed for help. I lasted a good 30 minutes or what I thought felt like 30, I haven't had the best luck with time I don't know what day it is or if its even day at all.

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