Chapter 63: Part LXIII.

For hours now, probably a day even, I've been alone in this place, or so I think. My eyes have been left blindfolded and I haven't sensed any presence since she left after she was done 'playing' with me.

That creep kept branding and cutting me, opening my flesh and burning it!. My body is in so much pain that even if I'm let lose now, I doubt I could move an inch. Play with me, scream louder, be my friend, laugh with me - were the sick phrases she kept repeating and now they're stuck in my head making me feel almost insane as well.

I wonder if Zara is looking for me right now or if she's reached out to Sean yet but even if she did, they might not find me.

My stomach grumbles and for the thousandth time, I wish I ate when Zara asked me to. The smell of burning skin lingering in the air irritates my gut and I almost vomited one time but tried successfully to keep it down.

My life's pretty interesting, it goes from one adventure to another just when you think it's over, just when I thought I had found peace. Who am I kidding though? Peace? For a murderer like me? I'm such a wannabe! Her laughter echoes in my head and I find myself laughing along, my body aching at the movement but I ignore it and keep laughing.

"I'm such a joke!" I say in-between laughs and sigh at my patheticness as I doze off to sleep for the thirty seventh time since my friends left.

"Wakey wakey!!!". Someone says in a singsong voice as I wake up immediately, forgetting my blindfold and try to open my eyes, hurting them in the process, "missed me?" The voice says again and I recognize it as the lady's, the cheeriness in her voice even more than before causing my heart to thud fast in my chest as fear engulfs me in an irksome embrace.

"I brought some goodies!" She says gleefully, "I thought you might be hungry as well." I hear ruffling sounds of wraps and a small smile plays on my lips. Finally! Some food.

"Here," she says and I feel something close to my nose, "sniff it." It smells like chicken and I immediately open my mouth for a bite.

"Tsk tsk tsk," she says and withdraws the chicken, "I said sniff it, only."

Immediately, I feel a hard slap across my cheek and I cry out in pain as her nails scratch my face and I feel a loose tooth.

"You see," she says close to my face while eating the chicken and my stomach rumbles loudly begging to be fed, "I don't like sharing what belongs to me. My food, clothes, toys or love."

She pauses to take another bite and I lick my lips subconsciously, the sharp sting in my cheek reminding me not to move again.

"I once had a really good love," she puts the chicken close to my nose and I inhale the aroma quickly, hoping for it to calm my hunger a bit, "and I also had a really good toy. But guess what?" She withdraws the chicken and stops talking while I lay scared and confused.

"Guess!" She yells at me after few seconds of silence and I jerk from the fright then scream in pain as I feel a knife go into my thighs slowly, a part that's been previously cut open and branded.

"Stop! No more! I'll guess! Please no more!" I cry in severe pain, begging and pleading and she stops pushing the knife in but doesn't remove it.

"Fine," she giggles while I keep sobbing in pain as the knife remains in my already brutalized thighs, "guess."

"Y-you lost your toy?" I say and she laughs.

"Wrong!" She says and I hear the ruffling of wraps again followed by a mouth watering aroma, my stomach grumbling in response, "I lost my love, kiddo. My toy killed my love."

"Er," I stutter, careful what to say to avoid being hurt again, "that's a really cruel toy."

"No!" She screams and removes the knife from my thigh sharply, causing blood to spill and the flesh to open up. The pain strikes through my leg and I scream my lungs out that I'm sure it could be heard miles away.

"He is not cruel!". She screams in my face and I cry, whispering sorrys and pleas, "he is the sweetest thing that has ever happened to me."

"Yes, yes he is." I agree, shaking and peeing my pants, unable to hold it in any longer. She stays quiet for a second and then erupts in a fit of laughter, clapping and jumping as she laughs hard.

"You're so much fun!" She giggles, "play with me?"

"Yes." I say unhesitantly.

"Be my friend?"

"Yes!"

Laugh with me?"

"Yes!"

"Do it!" She laughs and I join her immediately, ignoring my stinging face and aching ribs.

We keep laughing and I find myself laughing genuinely, not because she made me do it, but because everything seems funny. It's like I see my life and turn it into a gruesome comedy and I'm the unlucky main character! No! I'm the villain! Dylan's the victim and Sean's the hero! Or maybe he's not, maybe he's just a bigger villain! My laughter doubles over and I realise laughing is even much better than crying.

This is all too funny! My life's fucked!.

"Ah!" She sighs as I try to stop laughing and catch my breath which I'm guessing she's doing as well, "you're so much fun. You're not stuck up like him."

"Who?" I ask, not scared of being hurt anymore, "your toy?"

"Yeah." She answers without stalling, surprising me a little. Maybe this is my chance to plead for release.

"Will you let me go?" I ask and I'm responded with silence.

"Tired of me already?" She asks without humor in her voice and I realise that I've probably bitten more than I can chew, "but I just started to enjoy your company."

"I know, it's just, you know I don't wanna go, I'm just, I'm just asking." I ramble, already shaking in fear.

"You just pissed me off," I hear her stand up, "sleep now." Immediately, I feel something hard hit my head and my vision turns white then black and I feel myself floating through space.