I would just…I’d disappear. A blip on the map in an endless sea of blips, blinking out of existence, just like the man had said.
He grabbed the hair at the crown of my head and slammed my head down again, spots exploding in my vision, the world tilting, my limbs growing heavy.
“You never fucking smile for me,” he muttered, releasing my hair and shoving my face to the side. “I’ve seen you smile at television shows, music, art, but never for me. Not even when I ask.”
A sharp pain erupted on the side of my face, my stomach boiling in nausea. What was he doing? I pathetically tried to push his hands away, but nothing was working like it should.
He shoved my head to the other side, the same pain throbbing across my left cheek. “Stop,” I garbled, the world slowly clearing. “Please.”
“That’s better,” he said, sitting back to inspect his handy work.
Warmth started trickling down my cheeks into my hairline. The pain was sharp and unforgivable.
“Now we need to deal with that slutty fucking collar. A whore collar.”
My heart was pounding way too hard as my eyes finally started to refocus.
I watched in slow motion as he lifted that knife high above my neck, and the panic slammed back through me.
I threw up my hands, his wrists slamming against mine, painshooting up my arms as he tried to push down only to snarl, lift it up, and slam it down again right above my eye. “Fucking bitch!”
I caught his wrist in my hands this time, the blood coating my right hand causing my grip to slide as copper coated my tongue.
I was sobbing, my teeth gritted so tightly, I thought I could feel them cracking. I shoved up with everything I was, my muscles flexing, my feet pushing on the ground to try and give me more leverage.
And he gained half an inch.
I screamed, sobbing. I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to disappear. I wanted to mean something to this world. To be worth something.
I didn’t want to die.
He leaned forward, the knife getting closer and closer. “I should have done this years ago. You arenothing, Olivia. You mean nothing, you feel nothing. You arenothing.”
“Please,” I sobbed, watching that knife slowly make its way to my eye. “Please, Steven, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Tell God how sorry you are,” he grunted.
“Help!” I screamed. I screamed with everything I was. With every ounce of me, I screamed. That man had to be around, he had to be. Please, let him be around. “HELP ME!” I screamed bloody murder. “Someone!” I screamed again.
“Help,” I sobbed weakly, Steven’s eyes wild with glee.
“Nobody is coming for a nothing whore like you,” he panted.
I screamed again, my entire body shaking with effort. I was going to die. I was going to watch that knife until it entered my skull. “No, please,” I begged as it moved a little closer, my hands growing tired. “Please—”
Crunch!
Blood splattered across my face.
My eyes widened, the world going still as the pressure from his hands changed.
My eyes lifted to his, only to find his closed, his body going limp a second later.
I inhaled sharply, shoving him off and scrambling back, my eyes finding the man standing feet away, a bloody gun in his hand, a female standing in the doorway.
He was lowering his gun, pure rage in his eyes.
I couldn’t feel my hands, my heart, my lungs. I couldn’t feel anything.
