Chapter Four

 Chapter Four 

Ella’s Point of View 

This guy was such a sick creep. I just sat, terrified and waited for him to speak again, but he didn’t. I had nothing to say and what I did want to say would probably just annoy him, and I'm sure it wasn’t anything he never heard a million times when he’s done this before. 

Let me go. 

Please don’t hurt me

Why are you doing this to me? 

I won’t tell anyone, anything! 

… and so on. 

It was crazy, someone like him was doing this shit. Sure, there was probably some serious deep-rooted fucked up reason, but like... He was a really attractive guy, why did he do this? He would no doubt have absolutely no problems finding women… 

Maybe that was the issue? Maybe it was too easy for him, he wanted a challenge, a big, fucked up, sick challenge, or maybe... It was as simple as he found it fun… 

… but no matter how attractive he was, how good looking he was, how handsome, it couldn’t hide the fact his eyes... They were just.. Black. You could literally see the evil in them. He didn’t have a soul. It probably stands to reason that he didn’t have a partner, how could he? I doubt he could keep this from her… or him, hell, I don’t know what his sexuality is, although i was inclined to go with the assumption he was straight, he must get some weird sick erotic thrill from his. 

Causing fear and pain, did it turn him on, frightening women like this?

Probably. 

This guy was a twisted freak and I needed to get the fuck out of here before I became one of, no doubt, many women he’s done this to. 

As I sat there, lost in my own thoughts, I realized he hadn’t spoken in a while. I watched him as he watched me, and then, he quickly leaned over me, I fell back quickly, laying flat down on the bed, I had nowhere else to go, I just.. Wanted as much distance between me and him as possible, but it was pretty impossible right now. 

  He just got closer, I put my hands up and pushed back, trying to get him away from me, but he just grabbed my wrists with one of his large hands and pinned them above my head, on the bed.  I struggled so much against his hold, but it was no use. 

‘Fuck you! Get the fuck off me!’ I screamed, but he chuckled, like this was funny, like it was a fucking joke! I turned my head away from him, feeling sick to my stomach being that close to him, but he just grabbed my chin between his fingers and turned my head back. His grip was rough and tight and it made me whimper, which seemed to make him smile more. 

‘Now, now, you’ll hurt my feelings, and trust me.. Bad things happen when my feelings are hurt’. Before I could react or respond, he crashed his lips onto mine and kissed me. 

I didn't like it, I wanted him to stop. I fought against him again with every ounce of energy I had but it barely made a difference, eventually, though, he let me go and moved away. 

I held back my tears, but they were burning my eyes. I looked away, refusing to give him the satisfaction. He got back off the bed and I pulled my legs up, in a lame attempt to shield myself from the monster. He just grinned. Turning, he strode across the bedroom and pulled open the door, calling out for someone. 

Why was he calling for someone else?! 

I waited, terrified, until another guy came through the door, closing it behind himself. I just stared between the two as they started whispering amongst themselves. I tried to get as much visual information as I could... In case... Well.. god knows. If these guys were as good and confident as they seemed, I wouldn't be telling anyone anything. 

…but nevertheless, I took a few mental notes. His jet black, spiked hair, his facial piercings, and a big, long scar down the side of his face, that's a very memorable characteristic for sure. 

Both men turned to look at me. 

‘Go and get me your tools’. I felt my eyes widen. Tools, why the fuck does he need tools?! And what tools?! 

There were so many questions mixed with so much fear, and they both knew it. They just watched as every emotion flowed through me before the one with the scar left the room, announcing he would be back shortly. 

Neither of us moved… until the guy came back, a small black bag tucked under his arm. I watched in horrified silence as she set it down on the side and opened it, exposing the small silver tools within. 

FUCK! 

Picking one up, he passed it over to my original captor and they both chuckled. 

‘Thank you, Damon.’ 

‘You’re welcome, Mike’. When Mike started coming towards me, it was like a flip switched inside me and I quickly got off the bed and backed away from him, his smirk vanished and I could tell I’d pissed him off. 

‘Please, don’t!’. My voice was barely a whisper, but he heard it.

‘What did I say, bitch!’. He lunged at me, but I dodged out of the way just in time. The other guy, Damon, made a grab for me, but I somehow managed to avoid him as well and made a beeline for the door. I grabbed it and started trying to open it. Pulling it, pushing it, twisting it, anything, but it wouldn't budge. 

It was locked. 

There was another chuckle behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see them both sitting on the bed, looking very relaxed. 

‘You really shouldn’t have done that. You’re just made this whole experience about 10 times worse than it had to be’. 

‘I’m sorry, I just don't want to…’ I trailed off, I didn’t even want to say the word. The Mike guy stood up and came over to me, the sadistic smirk back on his face. 

‘Die?’ He questioned. I didn’t verbally respond, but a few tears dropped from my eyes and down my cheeks, I watched as his gaze followed them for a moment before he looked back at me. ‘Even if you got out of this room, you’re still gonna die tonight. Make peace with that’. A sob escaped me, hearing his words and realizing this was actually it. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back across the room before throwing me into the arms of the other monster. 

‘Need a hand?’ He asked simply. 

‘Hold her down and hold her still’. At the order, Damon pushed down onto the bed on my front. I rolled over to look up, but he got on top of me and pinned me down. He held my hands above my head. Mike got on as well and put his knees on my hands, trapping me. I was helpless, there was nothing I could do to save myself. 

Damon grabbed my head and held it still, his grip was rough and it hurt. I looked up, through tears, at the monsters above me and then it started… 

The excruciating, agonizing, gut-wrenching pain that lasted for hours, until everything went black...