"Princess, you need to look at your face. I bet that little dirt covered skin hides alot underneath" he smirked. He started to move towards me again. This time slowly. He slowly circled around me, enough to make me feel dizzy.
He finally came to a stop and stood behind me, brushing my hair with his thin, veiny hands. Even if the tape was removed from my mouth, i didn't speak. Just thinking about what he could possibly do to me made my legs tremble. The pocket knife was still in his hands, just an inch away from my neck. The way he combed my hair became more aggressive to the point it felt like he was just pulling it. A few minutes passed by and he still didn't stop, until he did. The amount of time i sat made my legs sleep. He came in front of me and bent down and put his hands on my knees, the knife still being in his hands, but now pointing towards my knee. "Do you like Liam? hm?" no response from me. At all. He stared for a few seconds with a devious smile on his face until he smirked in a form of disappointment. "So you're not going to answer?" He calmly answered. Suddenly I felt something sharp, like a blade. A scream came out when i looked at my knee. A big cut travelling from one end to another horizontally was introduced.
one by one, little by little, he presented tiny to enormous cuts. i bared the pain. He didn't stop, and i didn't speak, until i finally screamed. Thats when the door in front flew open and i heard a gun shot...
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