章 13: Part XIII
Hard across my face leaving a sharp stinging pain behind, Jake strikes me, his eyes burning with fury and anger as he wipes the saliva from his face with the back of his palm. the slap hurt ten times more than I could ever have prepared for, my teeth aching me immediately coupled with a deep bleeding cut in my lower lip.
"That is the least pain you'll receive before dying you slut!"
He threatens lowly and I smirk at him revealing my bloodied teeth, fighting the urge to spit on him again.
He stands back and went towards a shelf, few seconds and he is back with a black box which he dropped on the ground in front of me, startling me.
My heart drops to the pit of my stomach as I see the items in the black box. Different types of small knives, a tong, pincers, thumbscrews amongst others. my eyes shine wide, a stray tear escaping from my pleading eyes and I shake my head slowly, begging him no to do.
"Oh", he laughs mockingly, "where's the fierce little angel that spat on me a second ago?"
"Please", tears falling freely which only makes him more amused.
"Okay fine", he says after a while, folding his arms "I'd do you a favour".
He looks at me like a baby that just found his long lost candy but I don't pay mind to it. I can't go through whatever he's about to do, if he wants me dead, he should do it quickly. I nod in response to him, ready to strike whatever deal.
"Don't get me wrong love, I'd torture you for sure", he says and I frown in confusion.
What?! "But then, you get to know whatever you want to know before you die"
"What?"
"You ask a question and I'll answer. but, a pain for an answer" he smiles sinisterly sending shivers through out my body, blatantly happy with his ridiculous idea.
"What?", I scoff trying to hide my unending fear, "what if I don't want to know anything? Huh? You're gonna force questions outta me?"
"You get a pain for a question, Crystal.
Double pain for no question." My eyes widen immediately and my heart beats furiously. I have a lot of questions. Tons and tons of questions. But I can't take this much pain, I'd die for sure.
A slow and painful death.
"So, what do you say?", he smiles swinging a knife in my face, "questions? Or no questions?"
I look at the knife, my body trembling and droplets of sweat form around my body. the knife glistening in the red light and I could practically see my blood on it already.
The determination in his eyes not wavering, making it obvious that he's not backing out. Now I have to choose between pain or double pain.
"Why are you doing this exactly?", I ask defiantly, not thinking about it anymore. If I'm to die, I might as well know why.
He smirks and moves back, putting his hands behind him and walking away slowly across the room as if we're having a casual conversation.
"Like I said before, Love. Tradition."
"But you have to-", I'm cut off by extreme pain coming from my back and arms, I scream and look down, seeing really sharp spikes coming out from the chair and piercing into my skin.
My entire back and arms tied to the chair. Where the spikes came from, I do not know but I want it gone. I cry out in pain trying to free myself but only making it worse as the slightest movement triples the pain. Crying hot tears, yelling and begging for help, just then did the spikes slowly leave my body and retreat back into the seat, blood pouring freely from the holes and the pain barely reducing. I kept crying uncontrollably and he comes closer to me, his smirk not fading away, his brown hair similar to Dylan's, looking auburn in this red light and his eyes shine with joy, making him look like his actions.
"You didn't even explain your answer you son of a bitch!!!!!", I scream at the top of my lungs and he only laughs, crouching down beside me with the knife in his right hand.
"Is that another question?" he asks cocking his head to the side, enjoying every bit of my pain, seeking every chance to cause me more.
"Well then, I take your silence for a yes", he smiles while twirling my hair with his finger.
I wanna smack it away but my constrained and brutalized hands limits me to the core and he only smiles, getting up again.
"A long time ago, my forefather and his second wife lived here, in this cabin." He starts and I try to ignore all my pain so I can concentrate and listen for a clue, I might find something that'd lead to an escape. "His first wife fell terribly Ill, he tried all he could for that ungrateful bastard but she didn't get any better. she wrecked his finance, he got fired from work, everyone avoided them. he was alone and only wanted his dear wife to be well again.
Finally, after many months, he met a woman. She was a witch and a soothsayer. She possessed great powers and tried to heal his wife.
Few weeks and she made progress in healing her, also in falling in love with him. unfortunately, he didn't feel the same way."
He pauses and gets up, picking up another knife from the box and coming close to me. Looking mischievously between my terrified face and the overly sharp knife.
"Wh-what a-are y-you doing?" I stutter in fear, looking at him wide eyed.
"I got bored of talking. It's time for some fun"
"But you didn't answer the question completely.
That's not fair"
"Do I look like I care?" He asks, putting the tip of the knife on my thigh, feeling the cold and sharp tip of the knife through my shorts making me wish I wore something thicker and longer.
"Please Jake," I cry "please I beg you. think of Dylan. please" I keep pleading, not even sure if Dylan's still alive, and my pleas fall on deaf ears as he presses the knife deeper into my skin, cutting the flesh and dragging the knife down.
Tearing my shorts and my skin at the same time, blue clothe turning to red from my blood. I scream in pure agony, the pain unbearable like the piercing of a million nails that was abandoned in a furnace.
Slowly, he cuts my soft flesh and I try to kick my legs but they're stuck to the ground. Stopping right above my knee, he starts again, deeper in the same spot and the pain shoots to my brain like a strike of lightning, my screeching scream following it like thunder. Writhing in my seat, I shout in utter anguish as he continues his assault, wishing, praying and trying my hardest to pass out already.
Blood is rushing out from the cuts, and I'm getting into trouble. my shorts soaked with blood. I start to feel light-headed, my throat itchy from the yelling and Jake stops, noticing I'm getting weaker by the second, only for him to put fiercely, his finger in my wound causing another form of pain. If my tears could get hotter, my face would be scorched by now.
"Please! Stop!!" I beg in despair, pleading for just a moment of rest.
"JAKE!!!!", A voice booms throughout the room, startling Jake and causing him to stop and get up immediately, facing the door from whence the voice came from, ready for a fight. After a few seconds, the person steps into the light and Jake looks completely shocked matching my own expression.
"Dylan?" Jake says in disbelief.
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