Chapter 5 - Over my dead body
I ran.
I had no other choice. Anyone would be stupid not too, I mean, would you stay a second longer to find out what Chad- the perv, was going to do to you?
I did hear Chad mutter, as I ran passed him, "I'm not fucking good at this, FUCK!"
I did not want to turn around after I ran, because it was predictable that he was going to run after me.
"How do you make them stop" he muttered to himself as his voice was getting nearer, behind me.
I screamed when something suddenly jumped in-front of me. It was a muscular frame but was hidden in the shadows. I almost smacked into him, which he stopped me by putting two hands on my shoulders. "Please, please don't hurt me, please" I begged, with warm tears running down my cheeks. I cried even harder when he chuckled. Then, I realized that if I cooperate then maybe I'll make it out alive- maybe.
"Dude, I owe you one. This little one is a runner, I tell you" Chad said from behind me, breathless again.
"No worries, letâs just get it over with already. Sam is ready and waiting" Clayton said dropping his hands back to his sides and turning back to the house.
"Look, just do what I tell you and you won't, well, I'm not going to say that you won't get hurt, uhm, just do what I tell you, ok" I had my back to him when he took my hands and tide them tightly together with a prickly rope, one I could never get off by myself.
He rudely pushed and kicked me towards the house. Once inside, it felt like all the tears over the years, that have been stored, have finally been released and now it won't stop. My heart beat was beating so terribly, along with my heavy breathing that it started to pain and hurt my chest and rib cage. Chad arrogantly shoved me upstairs and when I tripped on one step, he would sigh and curse, yelling at me to 'get the fuck up and keep moving'. He then literally dragged me on the floor, by my hair, to the room that was in the middle of three rooms. This room was the only room that door was opened. I tried hard not to struggle by kicking or tugging back my hair, but it was kinda hard considering that if felt like my hair was getting ripped out of my skull, and I was tied up, but all I could do was just scream, which didn't last long when Chad purposely hit my head- hard against the cold, concrete wall and push me against the corner. I was too concentrating on the throbbing pain from my head to hear the door bang shut. After awhile of blacking out, and my ears ringing with warning, I looked up and had to squint from the bright light that was in my face. The light was coming from the corner of the small sized room, shining irritatingly in my eyes, burning them, making them go more blind than they were. But I couldn't pull my eyes away because my head wasn't quite there yet, and I clearly was too in shock to realize what was even around me. That's when my brain snapped back to life, and I scanned the room, realizing that I was now alone. The room was really small and had a huge table in the middle, basically taking up the entire room. What scared me more was that there was blood dripping down the side of the table, making a long, crooked, red blood line down the leg.
A million thoughts were racing threw my head, all at once. Who where these guys? What are those guys? What are they planning on doing to me? Will I ever get to see tomorrow?
I was purely terrified. Terrified that I might not ever get to see tomorrow, or smell the fresh air again, or ever get my first kiss. I know in the past that I wanted to kill myself but I never expected my last breath on this earth to get killed like this! Ok, I know you can't plan your death but it would have been better, and a little more kinder, to be killed quickly with no pain what-so-ever. The sight of what I'm busy looking at was telling me that this death was not going to be a ten second death. No, not with the long, old table that had torture written all over it, no literally! Someone took a black marker pen and wrote torture, in big, on the side of the table.
I shivered, not wanting to picture what must have been done on this table.
At that thought I remembered someone screaming when I was down stairs. And Clayton said outside that Samantha-his girlfriend, was ready and waiting. What exactly did he mean that Samantha was ready and waiting? Were they going to rap her first, then kill her slowly, and then it's my turn?
I did not wait to find out.
I cautiously got up of the floor, using my back to help me balance, then carefully walk to the window and push open the curtains with my shoulder. Just my luck, it was bared with wooden planks. I wasn't planning on wasting time by trying to first get out of the tight rope, then still quietly break the wood down that would make such a noise. The only way out was to use the only door in the room, the one that leads to my freedom. I took several deep breaths before moving my face towards the door handle. My lips twitching as they almost in-closed on the round door knob. My heart beat only increase when I was imaging who was behind the door. I know from experience that if you open a door slowly, it was bound to make a squeak noise, and the slight noise can trigger your fate, but what choice did I have, I had to use my mouth for pet sake! So I counted silently in my head, to three. One....... two.........
I couldn't do it. I was too nervous.
One........two.........three...........four............five
I turned the door handle with my teeth, but that's when the door banged wide open, making me fly and knocking me against the table, hard against my spine. I, for one thought I heard my spine crack, that or the table.
Chad and Clayton sighed as they calculated what I was being doing.
I couldn't hear what Clayton or Chad were saying, due to my loud screaming and crying. My front gums were throbbing with sever, endless pain. I shakily opened my mouth and let my tongue investigate the damage. My tongue was touching nothing but small, sharp, chipped teeth that felt like there was nothing left. I couldn't take swallowing the gallons of blood so I let in pour out my mouth. My eyes were shut tightly together but tears still managed to escape and burn my eyes.
Suddenly I heard one of the guys yell at the other to stop. Stop what? I opened my eyes to find Clayton's eyes go blood shot red on mine, and look at me like he was-he was..... Hungry.
He was a blur from my eyes, but that didn't help when I thought I saw him standing in the door way just a second ago, and now he was an inch away from my face. He hissed and opened his mouth to reveal his fangs. Yup, fangs. Like real fangs and not those plastic ones that Chad wore.
That shut me up.
"Just one taste, it won't hurt" Clayton said in a low, almost desperate tone.
Chad placed his hand on Claytons shoulder. "Dude, you can do this. Relax, ok, relax. There's going to be more at the party that won't be.... complicated" Complicated? "Plus, itâs just another hour and then you'll be getting all you can have" Chad said, smiling at the thought, only gods know what!
Clayton slowly nodded but continued to keep his gaze on my bleeding mouth.
I looked away, letting my hair fall over my face to hide it away from Clayton, while I sobbed silently.
I knew that vampires were only myths and make believes. They weren't real and they weren't roaming the earth in search for someone to eat. So what was constantly on my mind was, what are they on? I did smell marijuana in the living room.
Clayton caught my attention again when he took my fringe and put it behind my ear. I looked back at him and our eyes locked. I shivered under his touch as I have never been caressed by any guy in my life. I thought Clayton finally noticed me differently, and not the old loner-loser Sasha, but that few seconds of heart throbbing happiness, was replaced with his cruel laughter.
He laughed at my face and gave me a look, as if it was dog-poo pouring from my mouth. He shoved me hard against the floor and left the room.
"Lets get this over with," he yelled from the hall way, impatiently.
Chad ran his hand roughly threw his hair before kneeling down and picking me up. His strength was eye shocking, like it was nothing to just pick me up off the floor with one hand. He pushed me out the room, which was a stupid mistake for me because I ran off again, but he caught me and pulled me tightly against his chest.
"Stop making this difficult on yourself. Do what I tell you, obey my doings and you'll be... fine" He whispered low into my ear and then shoved me again into another room that was much bigger than the one I was placed in.
I was shoved onto a dirty mattress that was soaked with alcohol, which strongly smelled and burnt my nose. My face was in the mattress when my hand suddenly felt skin not so far from my face. I swiftly looked up and flinched my hand away when it was placed on a girls, exposed thigh. Samantha's face looked peaceful as she slept, using her hands under her head for a pillow. I personally did not know Samantha to say the least. All I know is that she was the most populist girl at school and was Clayton's girlfriend. I would occasionally walk passed her group at lunch time and would over hear some disturbing topics that I would pretend I did not hear.
One word to describe Samantha- BackStabbingBitch (full stop!)
Ok, maybe I did look up to her as a role model, despite her bitterness in the gossip department. I would copy the same hairstyle as her, paint my nails her color, talk like her, that Emily would laugh and tell me that I'm a creepy stalker. I mean, wow, that's a nice way to say to your best friend. So what if I liked Samantha. She was gorgeous, with her long blonde, wavy hair, almost gold eyes, tall and petite, with a British accent. Who wouldn't want to be like her? She was like a celebrity to me, and now I'm just inches away from her lifeless form.
I felt nervous looking at her sleeping. Was she really sleeping or was she... dead? I looked back to Chad that was busy arguing with Clayton about something. I quickly tapped Samantha on the shoulder, and then a little harder as I was getting despite and Samantha not attempting to wake up anytime soon. I now regretted not taking health class as I did not have one single clue to check for a pulse. I put my head by her chest, my ear on top of her left breast to check for a pulse.
I felt her chest rise and fall again with a steady pulse. I looked back to her face and her lips pulled inwards into a grin and she moaned. I breathed. Ok, she was still alive.
"Look who's getting turned on, Chad" I jumped when I heard Clayton speak loud.
I looked to see what they were talking about. I was confused to Clayton's remark, but Samantha said it all.
"Don't stop what you were doing, Clayton baby" Samantha mumbled, eyes still closed.
I pulled a face. God, I'm never going to care about anyone ever again!
Clayton was suddenly right in the middle of Samantha and I. He looked at me first and then to Samantha. "Wake up babe!" he rudely shouted into Samantha's face.
Samantha automatically jerked fully awake and squinted her heavy eyes at him. It looked like she finally clicked and she swiftly moved herself at the far end of the mattress, in the corner, looking around. Her eyes fell on me and widened. "What are you going to do with us, Clayton?" Samantha asked with a strong tone, one I could never manage to pull off. She obviously took a good look at my bleeding mouth and thought the worst for her face.
Clayton did not answer; he just got up off the mattress and closed the door, and locked it, making sure we can't escape. He turned back to us and smiled. "Lets just get this over with and you can ask questions later. How's about you shut the fuck up and cooperate with Chad and I, can you do that sweet heart...." he asked Samantha. I turned to look at Samantha and she slowly nodded with a frown. "Sasha?" He moved his gaze to me. I looked back at Samantha again and then slowly nodded. "Splendid, ok so you guys don't mind if we put these around your pretty little mouths do you?" he didn't asked that as a question, seeing as he already started putting the long, black cloth that he was holding, tying it tightly on my mouth, to stop me from screaming. And then he moved to do Samantha.
All the while he was tying it around her and whispering into her ears, I looked at Chad and he seemed to be annoyed for some odd reason. He wasn't the one that was tide by the wrists and the mouth!
I was planning my big get away plan in my head, by quickly untying the rope, then snatch the keys out of Claytons back jeans pocket, then going to the door, opening it, and running to Chad's car and driving away. The plan seemed merely impossible considering that there was no way in hell I could get out from this rope around my wrists.
"You make me laugh, you know that right" Chad laughed at me and kneeled so that he had his face leveled with mine. "Your right. There is no way in hell you could get out of that rope, so don't do anything stupid ok" he said. His smile widened when he saw my eyes go wide with surprise.
How the hell did he know what I was thinking?
"Because, babe" he smirked "I'm, duh, a vampire" he suddenly opened his mouth and two fangs appeared. They didn't look as real as Clayton's but I guess they were real. That or he bought his fangs at a party shop. He frowned. "I did not buy these. They are real" he seemed offended by my thoughts.
It looked like he was pure crazy by the way I wasn't even speaking and he was the only one talking. But I was the only one to laugh in my head because Samantha was occupied with Clayton.
"I know this is only going to hurt for an hour but you'll love me after words, ok"
I gave Chad a confused look, which he didn't seemed to notice, as he walked to a table that was against the far end of the wall, and shuffled with some things before calling Clayton over. Clayton got up and walked towards Chad where they were discussing something I could not hear. I leaned side ways to fall back down on the soaked mattress and roll my way to Samantha. I struggled for a bit to sit up in-front of her and turned around to show her my wrists. I wiggled my hands to show her to untie them since she was not tide up or had that blind fold around her mouth, but she never made any attempted to help me. I turned my head to look at her over my shoulder. She looked at me as if I was the monster. I was begging her to help me with my eyes but all she did was shrug and look away from me.
What the hell is her problem?
"Clayton I'm I supposed to untie her or what?" Samantha suddenly asked Clayton loudly.
Clayton turned around along with Chad, holding a huge cleaver in his hand. I flinched and tried to get up but it was hard because Clayton ordered at Samantha to hold me down. With a bitch huff she listened and obeyed. Of course I struggled by kicking and swirling around.
Was Samantha on their, crazy side?
Clayton walked up to me and remorsefully lifted my chin to look at him. "I never really believed that redheads were that wild but I guess Sasha proved me wrong" he said, taking his hand and stroking my tangle red hair. That shut me up and kept me still. My heart beat was rising as it beat wildly from when he said my name. He said my name like it just casually rolled of his tongue.
"Come let's get this over with. It already two in the morning" Chad said impatiently from behind Clayton, still holding the cleaver in his hands, looking ready to kill me with it from the big frown he was giving me.
I flinched and pulled my knees up against my chest, shaking from thinking what exactly he's going to do with it.
I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead, I am so dead! I repeated over and over, watching Chad's every move cautiously.
Samantha and I both screamed when the two guys went seriously crazy. At first I thought they were discussing who to kill first but Clayton took me by complete shock when he lifted the big knife and slice it threw Chad's arm that was ready and waiting. Blood scattered everywhere. On the walls, on the floors, on Samantha, on me even though I was already covered in blood, and all over themselves.
Chad's arm fell to the ground with a thud.
I stared at it for what seemed like two hours, until I finally snapped out of the frozen-shock state and looked to Samantha. She was still screaming her head off, taking her long hair in her shaken hands, that was covered in Chad's blood and scream even more, then look to her clothes and scream even louder.
Jeesh, if I wasn't so shocked or tied up, I would have slapped her stupid mouth shut!
At that, Clayton and Chad both laughed and nodded at me and then Chad picked up his arm and walk towards me.
I moved my face away from the arm that was rudely shoved to my face.
"Ok, so test one, complete" Chad took his arm away from me and put it on the table. "Test two" he turned around and returned back to me and pulled the gag off. "Here drink this, its.... to relieve your shock" he pushed a glass up to my nose, and just one whiff was enough for me to throw up because it seriously smelt like there was something dead in the glass, mixed with a minty smell.
Did he seriously go insane! First the fake vampire teeth, then the chopping off arm, and now I'm supposed to drink that, that will probably make me go as psycho as him!
I shook my head and pulled my lips tightly together, blocking my nose as it was making me want to faint. He brought the glass closer, insisting I drink it.
"What, is this fear factor now?" Samantha suddenly asked.
Chad breathed in a frustrated breath and yelled "Shut the fuck up Samantha!"
She listened and looked away, looking like she too wanted to vomit.
After shaking my head continuously Chad got fed up and angry that he viscously opened my mouth and shoved the entire guts mixture into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged on every unpleasant mouth full. The guts pieces were going up my nose and out it. I thought I was going to die because the guts didn't want to go down my throat. Instead of it going down it felt like it was getting forced up. After it felt like he force-fed me more than a truck load, he put a clean glass of water to my lips and I greedily downed it in one swing. I coughed feeling like something was coming up by the way it was in my throat. The acidy taste that I was having in the car from nervousness for the party, was now finally arising. I was shivering and swaying back and forth feeling the vomit coming up. My throat felt like it was not big enough because it was stretching inside and causing me to cry and scream all over again from the unbearable pain, but this time much more worse than before. Chad, Clayton and Samantha watched me carefully while I was giving birth to ten babies, but the wrong way.
The vomit finally reached its destination so I opened my mouth and leaned forward, ready for the vomit to be released. Chad moved his head lower and had his face literally were my mouth was, looking and waiting with curious eyes. I was going to shove him away from me, I mean, can a girl have her space well she pukes her stomach out, but I couldn't because I was still tied up. I had no choice but to puke on him, only, it wasn't puke. Everyone gasped when a bright light, like a bulb, poured sleekly out of my mouth, not going down but flying up and disappearing into thin air. Talk about frikin' freaky! Then I jerked and felt like all the air was sucked out of me, I couldn't breathe no matter how I tried to force my nose and mouth to get air.
Now I thought I was going to really die!
The suffocating only lasted for five minutes, which felt like forever. I put up a strong fight, hoping that maybe if I wait for a second longer I would get my breath back, but that second longer turned into a minute. My body was not taking the suffocating well because I was going into serious shock. My life was over; I felt it when I finally gave in and sleeplessly closed my heavy eyelids -- seeing one last person before the black darkness closed in on me, to take me away. I had taken my last glimpse of the world and now, now there was no more Sasha on this earth.
The last image of a person was unfortunately Chad.
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