Chapter Five

Chapter Five 

Peyton’s Point of View 

Time seemed to be standing still but speeding past at the same time. I didn’t know how long I had been with this guy, away from my sister. It could have been 5 minutes, it could have been 45, it could have been an hour. At least he had removed my gag and restraints. 

He was a lot taller, which was intimidating in itself, but he bent down to my eye level and smirked. 

‘My favourite thing about hurting sweet little innocent girls like you, is hearing you cry and beg me to stop’. His words made my insides turn to ice. He leaned slightly closer and his voice dropped to a whisper; ‘but it never works’. He grabbed my face, holding it tight. 

‘You’re just a freak who gets off hurting girls’. 

‘Yeah, pretty much’. He responded with a small chuckle like he was both proud and amused.

‘What the hell went wrong in your life that caused you to enjoy this!?’ Suddenly his amusement vanished. There clearly WAS something that triggered all this. Maybe I can use that to my advantage. ‘Please... You don’t have to do this’. 

‘I suggest you shut the fuck up now’. He warned. Ok, maybe not. 

‘I’m sorry!’. My apology seemed to instantly calm him, thankfully. ‘I just-’ I was cut off mid-sentence when a loud rumble erupted from the sky above us. We both looked up, even though it was the middle of the night, it was very clear that a storm was coming, and the rumbling was thunder. 

Suddenly, he let out a loud sniffing sound before groaning almost pleasurably. It was weird. 

‘Ah, Perfect wether for murder’. Looking down at me again, his face seemed to have twisted into a further fucked up, psychotic expression.  ‘We should probably take this inside before the storm starts’. 

Take what inside?! 

Before I could ask, though, I'm sure he wouldn’t grace me with an answer anyway. He grabbed my upper arm and started pulling me further into the trees. I tripped and stumbled, but once again his grip held me firm and held me up. 

Soon enough, a large shed came into view and it became clear, that's where he was taking me. 

‘What is in there?!’ I demanded to know. 

‘Why do you ask so many fucking questions?!’ He shot back, yelling, but surprisingly not angry. Just annoyed. It was clearly rhetorical so I didn't bother answering it. Standing in front of the door, he pulled a set of keys out of his pockets and turned to look at me. ‘Don’t fucking move’. I nodded quickly, I wasn’t that stupid. He unlocked the door and pushed me inside, and when he slammed the door closed again, I was plunged into darkness... But only for a second. 

He flipped a switch and suddenly, the room lit up… 

…and what I saw, petrified me to my core. 

As soon as my eyes could even register what I could see, I was speechless, it was like a homemade surgical room. You would NEVER think that this was inside a garden shed. It was so white and clean, but the walls were lined with small silver tools, they seemed to cover every free inch. 

What the fuck was this place?

There was a small knock at the door and when he pulled it open, a man with blood on his shirt appeared. 

‘Who’s blood is that?!’ I demanded to know, finding some courage at the horrific realization that it could have been Ella’s. He didn’t answer me, in fact he treated me like I wasn’t even there. ‘HEY!’ I stormed over to him, grabbing at his blood-stained shirt, ‘Is this my sister's blood?!’ Without missing a beat, he just raised his hand and brought it down hard across my face, slapping me away. I stumbled backwards and hit a table. 

‘Right Damon, enough, she’s mine to play with’. 

‘Control the bitch then, Luke!’. The second guy snapped back at his friend before looking at me again, ‘-or I fucking will!’. 

‘Calm down’. There was certainly some tension between the two but the one named Damon seemed to back down eventually. ‘-and you!?’ He turned back to me, ‘Pull any shit like that again and I’ll ring your fucking neck!’. 

‘He’s got blood on him! What has he done to my sister!’. I practically screamed again. 

‘The same thing I’ll fucking do to you, you little cunt, carry on!’. 

‘If you carry on, I’ll kill you both’. Another threat. I realized no matter how much I wanted to help Ella, I needed to help myself first. I was no use to her if I was dead and I really didn't doubt what this guy would do. 

The pair began to talk as if they almost forgot completely that I was standing there. I couldn’t help but take another look around, staring at the walls, taking it all in. It was like a scene from a horror movie. While it seemed so surgical and sterile, it also felt like something ripped right off the screen from Texas Chainsaw Massacre or Saw... 

Hooks, chains, knives, Hammers, pokers, swords, anything you could think of to cause serious pain to someone. This was a fucking torture chamber, a monster's heaven... And I was fucking in it! 

‘Make yourself useful and get her on the table’ I heard one of the guys, Luke, say, instantly snapping me out of my curiosity. What? What table?! Before I could react any more than that, The other made a grab for me, I tried to fight him off, but it was no use, and while I started kicking and screaming to let me go, He picked me up, almost effortlessly, and put me down on the table. To stop me from moving, he strapped me down. 

I screamed and cried, but it was no use, I was a goner! 

I started freaking out more as Luke started making demands to his friend, telling him to bring over various tools, making sure to show me every single one as he set them down on a separate mini table next to me. While doing this though A phone started ringing, instantly distracting both men. 

‘What the fuck are you doing!? D, Turn that off!’. Pulling the device out of his pocket, I hoped he would answer it so I could scream and alert the person on the other end, but of course, they weren’t that stupid. 

‘Sorry Luke, I have to take this. Lock up when you’re done, I’ll deal with the mess’. And with that, he left, leaving just the two of us alone. 

‘P-please, Luke, Don’t do this! Please!’. I begged, using his name, hoping to get a reaction, and I did.. But not the one I wanted. 

‘Don’t you fucking call me that!’ He yelled at me.

‘Why, it's your fucking name!’ I yelled back. Slamming his hand down on the table, He grabbed what looked like a scalpel. ‘No, NO!’ Taking a hold of my face, he used his free hand to pull my mouth open. I tried to keep it shut as much as I could, but he was just too strong and eventually, he managed to, painfully, force it open. He grabbed my tongue, I tried to bite his fingers, but I couldn’t quick enough and the second he held the scalpel to my tongue, I froze. 

‘If you say one more fucking work, I will cut this out, do you understand?!’ I nodded quickly and after a few more seconds, he let my tongue go. Putting the instrument down again, he walked over to the other side of the room and grabbed a large device… 

Bringing it over, he set it down next to me and untied one of my arms, placing it inside the machine. I wanted to ask him what he was doing, and beg him to shop, but I was too scared to speak… until he started twisting the device and there was instant pressure on my arm. 

I cried out;

‘Please! No! Stop!’. I begged, but he just ignored me, my cries and pleading only seemed to encourage him more. Against my better judgment, I looked down and was horrified by what I saw. No wonder what he was doing hurt so much, my arm was starting to turn purple and the pressure build-up was so intense, It felt like my fingers were going to explode! 

It continued until my whole arm, from fingertip to shoulder started to tingle with painful pins and needles. 

‘Oh, god, stop!’. I cried again, but of course… it didn’t...