Anger fills his features, twisting them into an unpleasant expression, a wild and unpredictable look in his eyes. The knife upon my collarbone digs in harder, drawing more blood to the surface. I feel it drip it’s way down my body, shivering at the stinging feeling it left behind. My head grows increasingly fuzzy, my vision becoming blurred and all of the sounds becoming distorted. My body feels weak, almost like when I’d first woken up. Oh my god. The sandwich. He put something in it, he had to, otherwise why would he be so insistent on me eating it? He takes his hand, wiping my saliva from his cheek and wiping it back onto my own face, a sick smirk pulling at his lips. “Clearly, you didn't learn your lesson before.” His hands move to my legs, untying one from the chair and then the other, only to tie them back together, this time disconnected from the wooden legs of the chair. I try to fight, to kick my legs, but I feel weak and my limbs feel like sand bags. He expertly unties my hands from the back of the chair and reties the rope behind my back, the harsh pull of the abrasive material against my skin causing a small gasp to leave my parted lips. He pulls me up from the chair, holding me up while he throws the chair to another side of the room. He pushes me to the floor, my arm hitting the concrete first as I couldn’t put my hands out to stop my fall. He looms over me, bringing one knee to either side of my body and sitting on me, the knife still spinning in his right hand. His left hand reaches up, gripping the fabric of my shirt before tearing it into pieces. I manage a noise of protest but my head is spinning. Whatever he put in that food was strong. He clearly didn’t like my weak protest, his fingers coming up to tangle themselves in my hair tightly, yanking violently at the locks and causing a whimper to escape my lips. "I taught you lesson and I gave you a chance, baby, but here you are acting like an ungrateful bitch." I hear the knife clatter against the concrete, his right hand now delivering humiliating slaps to my face. I whine, trying to wiggle out from under him, but he’s too heavy sat on my chest like this. My head lolls with his actions, too weak to stay up of its own accord. I feel the initials carved into my cheek sting upon contact with his hand, a hiss escaping my lips as his face blurs and spins in a sickening whirl.
“I- ba- juh-“ Unintelligible babble starts to spill from my lips, courtesy of the haze of whatever drugs he force-fed me. I can’t even think, let alone string a sentence together. I drowsily watch as a smirk pulls at his lips. Clearly, he thought the drugs weren’t having an effect, or that he hadn’t given me enough to cause one. He seems pleased that the drugs are kicking in, leaving me in a lucid and non-combative trance. The hand he was using to slap me grips my cheeks tightly, squishing them together embarrassingly as he coos down at me. -☀️
"Baby, you gotta learn this time or it's gonna get worst." He said to you, because you have lost a lot of blood, he look at you slowly start to faint again. "Pathetic, so weak of you" He stand up and walk out of the room leave you in that state before look the basement door amd go to monitor room to watch you.
"She should appreciate it that i'm not yet kill her like the others." He talk to himself while monitor you from his screen, he hear the sound from behind open,"Why do you need to torture her?" The older, Mark ask him.
