“Shame, really. Such a pretty face going to waste. I can think of much better things for that mouth to be doing other than being worm food,” he coos, pinching my cheeks like you would a small child.
Back behind me, metal clangs and something scrapes against the concrete floor. A sure sign that Jacky-boy is setting up his tinker tools.
“First dibs on the shiny metal ones,” I throw over my shoulder, eliciting a snarl from Jack and a huff of a laugh from Freddy. “Awe, Freddy-Bear has a soft spot for pretty ladies. Does that mean if I blink my eyelashes real nice, you’ll show me a good time.”
The movement is quick, much faster than I register as his hand reaches behind his back and brings his pistol forward. Pointing it directly into my shoulder. Just as I think he’s going to fire, he flips the weapon and slams the butt of the handle into my knee. I curl over, growling as I bite my lip to keep myself from shouting at the guy.
“From what I hear, you ain’t no lady, and you’re about to be fertilizer,” he sneers, the humor mask he’s been wearing this whole time, finally falling. The torturer underneath has come out to play. This is the man they bring in to break people, to make them shatter. The one who enjoys pain, and thrives off invoking fear. I should be quaking in my booties.
Should, being the obvious key-word there.
However, this is not a movie, they are not comedy villains, and in this scene, the one they’ve captured happens to be evendeadlier.
“Well, this is getting awkward. Question, can you even spell fertilizer? You know, I was a little behind in the third grade, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I have this wonderful tutor I can—”
“I suggest you shut your mouth and behave or I will let him kill you right here,” Jack interrupts, walking back into my field of view.
“Awe, Jacky-boy, we clearly haven’t been properly acquainted. Let me catch you up there, Pumpkin. I don’t follow the rules, I make them.”
Jack doesn’t seem as excited for introductions as I am, his grip on the blade he’s holding, tightening until his knuckles are blanched. He stalks forward untilthere’s mere inches between our faces. The cold dead irises of a man long gone, gaze into mine.
“You know,” I whisper, leaning forward slightly. “If you wanted a kiss, all ya had to do was ask, Jacky darlin’. Though, I’m not sure my boyfriends would be happy about it.”
The cold metal of his knife slides against the side of my face, dragging itself from my hairline to my jaw. The sting of splitting skin hits me all at once, but I keep my gaze steady and my lips tight. I won’t give them my screams, to allow them the satisfaction of seeing me break by their hand.
The knife continues its journey, carving marks through my stomach, back, arms, and thighs. Blood now stains every surface of my skin and clothes as it continues down, pooling on the floor below.
“Well, that was a hoot. What’s the next group activity?” I rasp through labored breaths.
“You just don’t know when to give up, do you, bitch?”
Freddy’s words come from somewhere in the corner, and by the sway in his tone I can tell he’s wondering just how deep the crazy runs.
Well, let me tell you, friend. It’s deep.
My new best friend steps forward this time, a smaller blade held between his lanky fingers. One that is made for marking rather than slicing. Thin, lightweight, and easy to fondle between your fingers like Freddy is doing.
“Awe, grower, not a shower?” I crack, which earns me a fist to the gut. Blood oozes from my lips as well as the various marks along my body.
You would think I’d have more of a survival instinct. To stay tight-lipped and not egg them on… but where’s the fun in that. These assholes tormented me for years, pushing every button and hitting all the switches, while I stayed silent and waited. If I go down now, it’s not going to be without barbs on my tongue and snark in my tone.
Freddy must be having some sort of fun, as he uses his itty-bitty baby knife to slice a smiley face into my shoulder. Weirdly enough the tingling sensation that ping-pongs through my body, hits my pussy dead on and has it clenching in anticipation for more.
Really bitch? Now is kinda not a good time.
When he moves down, caressing the swell of my breasts, creating shallower, simpler marks across my chest, that same tingle hits again this time growing in strength.
Damn it.
“Careful there, Big Guy. Keep teasing me and I may just turn our room here into my own personal slip-n-slide,” I crack out with a scratch to my voice.
Freddy stops moving, whirling on me in the blink of an eye, and grabs for my face. His single meaty paw latches itself onto my jaw as he pulls it towards him.
“Hey, watch it!” I grunt, my cheeks squished into my teeth. “This ain’t a go-go-gadget extendable neck you’re pulling on here!”
A gruff laugh rumbles from Jack somewhere in the distant corner of the room and even with the dire situation in front of me, I can’t help but feel some sort of satisfaction at getting the big jerk to crack.
“You fucking, bitch! You’re getting on my last nerve with that smart mouth of yours. Be thankful you’re only receiving my blade, when I come next time I’ll look into putting those lips to better use.”
