I opened my eyes. The chilling feeling of cold metal wrapped around my neck brought me back to my situation. I tried to ove my arms. Cold metal trapped my wrists again. Even though it was probably hubris to try, I tried moving my legs. Alas, my ankles had been pinned down too, restraining any movement I could make. I was on my back on a table, but no just any table. Butch’s torture table. It was only then that I realized my head had been bandaged. “What the hell happened?” I muttered. The door suddenly swung open.

“Ah, good morning” He strode over to where I was laying. “How’d you sleep?” He looked down at me with an unsettling smile. He obviously was enjoying this. I stayed silent. He chuckled. “Very well then, I’ll get to the point.” He ran his hand through my hair. “Your time will soon be over.” I looked at the key that was sticking out of his pants pocket. If I could get that, I’d have a chance of surviving this. I didn’t say anything to his statement. He leaned over me and grabbed a butcher knife. The one I had used on him.

“What’re you gonna do with that?” I already knew, but the longer he talks the more time I have to cook up a plan. He laughed.

“Oh silly little Geneva.” He dragged the soft side of the blade across my arm. “Don’t be foolish. I know you already know.” He pressed the blade against my skin teasingly. Keeping him talking wasn’t working. I only had one other thing to stop him from cutting into my skin, but before I start that I want to know something..

“Butch, why did you bandage my head if you’re just going to kill me anyways?” I looked up into his ruthless eyes. He paused.

“I like my victims healthy.” He stated. “With all the research your family has done on me, you should know that by now.”

“I suppose, but I know it’s not me you’re looking to hurt. You want to hurt my father. The idea of him watching you torture and murder his only child must appeal to you.” If I could get him to hold off until he had my father, that might give me a chance to get that key off him and actually be able to use it. He stood still, thinking over my offer. He was still for awhile, so I took my chance. His front pants pocket was in front of my hand. Although I was still shackled down to the table, I managed to get ahold of the key. I slid it out of his pocket slowly.

“Never thought the Geneva Leighton would encourage me to capture her father. You’re not as predictable as I thought. I like that.” He said suddenly. I jumped. He laughed at me. “Awe, did I scare you?”

“No.” I lied. If he enjoys this too much, then he might not wait until my father was here. He yanked my head up by my hair, but becuase of the metal locked around my neck, that choked me instead. I widened my eyes with panic as I squirmed. He wasn’t laughing anymore.

“I don’t like being lied to, Geneva. So now, your father will still find you alive, but not unharmed.” He let go of my hair and picked up his knife again. The blade was shoved into my face. He spun it around a few times. Taunting me. I slid the key from out of my hand and under my body, he always goes for the arms first. Leaving the key in my hand while he does so would be dangerous. I felt the sharp end of the blade rest on my arm, but he stopped. “One final warning, the less you scream, the more I cut.” He pressed the blade against my arm, then starting dragging it down slowly. Tears welled up in my eyes and I screamed screams that weren’t fake in the slightest. He dragged it down as slow as he could, ripping my skin apart just as slow. He continued until he came to the cuffs around my wrists. I could only see his blurry figure through my tears. I fell his rough hand cup my face. I wanted to move away from him, but I knew I shouldn’t. Even if I did, I wouldn’t have gotten very far away due to the shackles. “Shhh. Don’t waste all your tears now. I’ll only do two more cuts, alright?” His voice was soft, but I knew he wasn’t asking. No matter how much it felt like he was. The only thing I could do was strike another deal.

“Do you really want to chance me bleeding out before my father arrives?” He paused again. Then he let out an agitated growl deep in his throat.

“Fine. You’re lucky you and your family know me so well.” He stormed out of the room.

Click. He locked the door, damn. I’ll worry about that later. By some miracle, I was still moving my arm. It hurt like hell, but nothing’s ever easy. I had nothing to gag myself with, so I bit down on my lip to stop any pained cries from escaping. I moved my hand a little to grab the key from under myself. I dropped it. I twisted my hand a little bit, scrunching up the slash on my harm. I caught hold of the key again. I kept my hand twisted. It was the perfect angle to unlock the cuff. I slid the key in the hole and twisted it. I bit down on my lip harder. This hurt. A lot. It was worth it though, because soon enough my arm was free. I drew blood from my lip this time. Reaching up and bending my arm, which also bent the slash, to unlock the metal collar keeping me pinned. It fell off and I repeated the same with my other wrist and my ankles. I got up. My legs were stiff and my arm hurt like hell, but I kept moving. I bent down and looked inside of the lock. I thought Butch was better tan this, the lock was one so easy a bobby pin could unlock it. Which I had one thanks to my father. I used my left hand, the side that was unharmed, to grab the bobby pin and fiddle with the lock. Before long, I got it open. I opened the door carefully and quietly. I stuck to the wall, taking carefully steps.

“I don’t care what you have to do. Just get him here.” I stopped in my tracks when I heard Butch’s voice. He was talking about my father. I stuck to the wall, staying completely still. “Then take them ou-I’ll call you back..” I looked down. Shit! He must’ve noticed my blood on the floor. His heavy footsteps came toward me. I closed my eyes, praying he wouldn’t turn the corner.

Hii! I was rushing a bit on this, but I hope you like it! I’ll most likely write a part four lol. I love this series and I’m glad y’all do too!