Hell's Knights
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I scream as Jasper hits me with the butt of his gun, again. He’s been doing it over and over, constantly. His mission is to punish me, slowly, painfully. I wish to God I had just let him shoot me on the road. I should have at least tried to run. Now, I’m here, and quite likely going to suffer a long, slow death. I spit blood on the floor as my mouth fills with it yet again. My shoulder aches. At first, it was a burning, agonizing pain, but now it’s a constant, thudding pain. I guess all the hits to my face directed the pain from my shoulder to my head.
“They’ll kill you for this,” I spit at Jasper, who’s watching me. I can almost see the evil ideas spinning in his mind.
He laughs, deep and malicious. “Won’t matter. I’ll have my revenge.”
“You’re willing to give up your life, for revenge? How pathetic,” I hiss.
“You want to know what pathetic is?” he growls. “This!”
He grips his pants, and jerks them down. I open my mouth and gasp at the sight of his mangled, purple, and scarred skin. There’s no longer any man parts. Now, it somewhat resembles a burn victim’s skin. My eyes widen at the damage I did, but I’m not sorry. I’ll never be sorry.
“Do you know what you fucking did to me?” he roars. “You fucking ruined my life. I don’t care if I’m fucking dead, so long as you go down with me.”
“You deserved everything you got,” I bark.
“And you deserve everything you’re about to get.”
He storms over, grips my hair and pulls it so hard bits of it come out. I scream and squirm in my binds. My scalp feels like it’s one fire, as each tiny strand of hair is ripped from the skin.
“Stop!” I beg. “Please!”
“No! You’ll scream until every last drop of blood leaves your body.”
He lets go of my hair, spins around and twirls his gun. “Now, what shall we start with? I’m thinking a few bullet holes, then perhaps I’ll make you pay slowly, and painfully. You think just because you removed my working parts, that I can’t hurt you the way I used to?”
That doesn’t sound good. My skin prickles, and my heart begins thudding so loudly I can’t hear myself think.
“Let me go, you piece of shit!”
I’m desperate now, and I can hear it in my voice. Begging won’t work for me though. I already know begging gets him going. It gets most sick people going; it’s what spurs them to keep up the torture. God, why can’t I just pass out? Why can’t my body just know what’s going to happen, and put me out of this misery.
He laughs again. I hate that sound. I hated it back then, but I hate it more now. “You thought you were so smart, blowing off my dick. You thought it would save someone from experiencing the same torture, but you were wrong. You only made me more determined. See now, snake, I can make it painful. Considering you were so fond of being raped, I’m thinking we’ll start with this…”
He reaches into the back of his pants, and pulls out a massive knife. The sick feeling that washes through me in that moment cannot be explained. My entire body goes numb. My eyes go fuzzy, and my ears begin to ring so loudly I can’t hear anything else around me. He’s going to rape me with a knife. He’s going to rape me…oh, God. No. No. NO! I struggle in my binds again, nearly snapping my wrists. God, come on.
Jasper laughs loudly again. “Didn’t think you’d like that idea. Keep struggling, snake, you know it only makes me want this more.”
I’m panting now, close to hyperventilating. The ringing in my ears has now become a loud roar. I am still pulling at my binds, beyond desperate to get away from him. Nothing in this entire world could possibly frighten me more than the idea of being raped with a knife. That is something you don’t recover from. That is something that destroys you.
“You destroyed me. I destroy you. Fair is fair. I could just blow off your sweet little cunt, but that would ruin my fun. I want to hear you scream. I want your blood on my hands,” he growls, then he grins. “You know, it was one of your own that gave away your location?”
What is he talking about?
“What?” I rasp.
“Britney, is that her name? Yeah, she got word to me. Clever girl she is.”
Oh, God, no…Britney did this? My whole body trembles. I knew she was capable of a lot of things, but this? She handed me to the wolves.
“Hurts when someone stabs you in the fuckin’ back, doesn’t it?” he snarls.
“Fuck you,” I spit.
“Oh no snake, I’m going to fuck you.”
He walks towards me running his fingers over the blade of the large knife. I squirm harder. I can’t survive this. God, someone please help me. Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes, and they burn as they tumble down my cheeks. My own saliva is sliding down my chin; I am struggling to breathe so much I’ve forgotten how to swallow.
“Would you look at that. I think I’ve finally cracked you, snake.”
He drops to his knees in front of me, and I try to kick out my legs at him. Growling, he drives the knife into one of my thighs. I scream. God, I scream so loudly he stumbles backwards and covers his ears.
“Shut the fuck up!” he roars.
Blood pours from the wound in my leg, and I begin to thrash. He lunges forward, holding the knife up to my face.
“You fuckin’ move again, I’ll slit your throat!”
I stop kicking, even though everything inside me is screaming at me to fight. I’m so scared; the only thing I can think about is living another moment. Jasper uses the knife to slice my pants off. I am crying heavily now, gasping and begging for him to stop. He runs the knife up my leg, drawing a tiny line of blood. I cry out, the sound is broken and strangled, like that of a wounded animal.