Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Michael’s Point of View 

I left the girl with my warning and walked over to the door, slamming it closed. I just kept quiet and watched as she sat up, but she didn’t move more than that. She just stayed still, in place, as I told her to. 

Good girl. 

I could see her shaking, and smiled. Good, I want her terrified, I want her to know that her time was limited, that after I’ve had my sick fun and games with her, I was going to kill her. It was part of the fun and excitement of why I do these things. 

They always beg and plead, but it never works. I was a monster, I didn’t have a heart or a conscious, I torture and kill who I want when I want. 

After a few more moments, I went over and pulled her up, giving her my usual warning before I pushed her down and took away her gag and blindfold, waiting for her to take in her surroundings before her eyes landed on me. 

'Please, Why are you doing this?' What did I do to you?!’ 

‘You didn’t do anything, you were just there’.  I smirked as I watched the realization that there was no hope for her, sinking in. She was going to die here, and I hope she knew that. 

‘Where is my sister?’ She asked, her voice shaky and uncertain. It just made me smile more. 

‘Oh, if I was you, I'd be more concerned about yourself’. I told her, stepping forward. Like an automatic reaction, she pulled her legs up and moved backwards, towards the top of my bed, in a feeble and useless attempt to get away from me. I just reached out and grabbed her ankles, pulling her back to me. She let out a loud, quick scream, but I quickly silenced her with my hand. ‘Now, now, what did I say?’ 

When I was sure she wasn’t going to make any noise, I removed my hand again. 

‘That was strike one, you won’t get another, understand?’ She nodded instantly and silently. ‘Good’. I watched as her eyes left me and darted around my room. She was looking for something, but what? 

A way out perhaps? 

‘Don’t bother. Even if you were faster than me and made it to the door, you wouldn’t get far, besides, the door locks automatically’. Her gaze settled on the door and I smirked again. That was a lie, My bedroom door didn’t lock, but when we have victims in the house, we make sure all exits and escape routes certainly are. 

Don’t need another repeat of past mistakes. 

‘Now, let's have some fun’...  

Peyton’s Point of View

I just sat and listened to what was going on around me. I heard something, or rather someone fall and knew instantly it was my sister. I hope she was ok! There was some more talk, but it was nothing telling. A door slammed in the distance, and before I could react, the horrible and loud sound of scraping metal engulfed me and what I assumed was the van door, shut, with me still inside. 

I tried to scream, but my cries were muffled by the gag, still shoved in my mouth. Someone got in and shut the door before the vehicle started up again and we began another painfully bumpy ride. 

Every bump we went over was like another punch to my body, and whoever was driving was clearly not being careful on purpose. 

As I lay there, I found myself worried about Ella, Hoping she was ok. They had separated us. Maybe that was a calculated move, but either way, I wanted to know she was fine and safe, which I doubted was the case, given the situation we were both in. 

What about mum and dad? If something happened to one or both of us, they wouldn’t cope. Not after… Millie. They barely survived her disappearance, let alone losing us too. This was so unfair.

The ride was constantly bumpy, clearly an offroad path this guy was taking, but I had no clue where we were. I had been blindfolded in the back of a van the whole fucking time, but thankfully, it was short and before too long, we stopped again.  

Only one door opened and closed and then the side door opened again. Was there just one of them now? There was definitely more before. I didn’t know what this man looked like, to know if I could ‘’take him’’ and run... But even if I could, how would I get Ella?! How would I save my sister? 

It was simple… I couldn’t. 

I couldn’t do any of those things. 

…so, I just waited, and soon enough, I felt two strong hands wrap around my legs and pull me. I tried to scream and kick, but a hand quickly wrapped around my throat and I could smell the minty breath against my face. 

‘Do that again, and I’ll cut your fucking legs off’. Wow.. that was... Intense, but right now, i wasn’t stupid enough to doubt him. After what felt like an eternity, the hand around my throat vanished and I was once again pulled, this time though, whoever it was pulled me completely out of the van and I fell hard on my ass, on the rough ground.

I rolled over slightly and groaned as the pain radiated through my legs and back. 

‘Don’t be such a baby, get the fuck up!’. The man ordered. I tried my best and was able to get onto my feet. He took the blindfold off but didn’t remove the gag or unbind my hands. 

I looked around, but my surroundings did little to calm my fears. I was in the middle of the woods, large, dark, scary, spooky woods. I looked at my captor and... Was completely lost for words. He was most likely going to hurt me, kill me, god knows what else...

He was tall and very well built, his arms big with muscles, covered completely in tattoos, infact, the tattoos covered his hand and even went up to his neck. He was like a walking canvas. 

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but it wouldn’t go down. 

… as I looked into his eyes, I realized, I didn’t need to cry and beg for mercy, because I saw nothing but a monster staring right back at me…