Page 2 of Beg for Death
The cabin wasn't big, but it had enough space. In the front room was a worn couch with an old blanket thrown over theback of it. Across from it was a TV mounted on the wall. Further inside, there was a kitchen with a small table, just big enough to fit two people, and on the left was the bedroom. Inside there was a full-sized bed. It was made up over a thin mattress, and a chair in the corner of the room. Right outside of it was a small bathroom, just big enough to fit a decent sized tub-shower combo, a toilet, and a sink with a single cabinet below and a medicine cabinet overhead. It was all I needed.
I dumped Felix on the bed and moved to the floor. There was a chain connected to an anchoring point. On the other end was a silver shackle. I snapped it around Felix's ankle, gave it a hard tug, and it didn't move from the wall. The chain was long enough to get to the bathroom and the kitchen, but beyond that? He couldn't move. Not to the living room where I slept. Not to the front door. The windows in the back of the cabin had been boarded up as well. The only windows not boarded up were the two in the living room on each side of the door. I'd covered all my bases. Now, it was time to put my plan into action.
I stared down at him for a moment longer. Seriously, he looked way too innocent to be here with me. A smile curled my lips. That just made it even better. Usually, I snagged men who were hardened. The challenges, the ones that didn't just look dangerous, but were dangerous. They were even more fun to torture. The way they folded was more heady. But Felix? All softness and fluff and stupid. His quick obedience. That same feeling returned, twisting in my stomach until I had to swallow thickly to dispel it. He would beg beautifully for me, I just knew it. Already, I could picture tears rolling down his soft cheeks.
Smiling, I turned and shut off the overhead light, plunging the room into darkness. I shuffled out to the living room and sank onto the couch. For a minute, I just stared ahead, thinking of how satisfied I would be when my little plan came true. I reached into my pocket and slid out my package of cigarettes.Sticking one between my teeth, I lit it with a cheap neon green lighter. The tip glowed red as I inhaled. A plume of smoke wrapped around my head when I exhaled. Slowly, my shoulders dropped. This wasn't a perfect, foolproof plan, but it was damn good enough. And I would get my revenge.
Chapter Two
Felix
Where am I?
Pain flared to life along my spine as I blinked away the dizziness that threatened to take me back under. My lungs screamed for me to take in a full breath instead of the little pants that escaped me. The walls were painted a dingy yellow that bordered on tan. There were no pictures or even posters hanging up. There was a single nightstand that I could make out, a chair on the far left with a door next to it, and what made it worse was the heavy metal wrapped around my ankle. The only window in the room was covered by boards, not letting in a shed of light.
My head was a mess as I tried to recall everything that happened to lead me here. I never partied, I didn't do drugs, and drinking was no-go. If this was some sick prank, I was going to go to the police this time. I couldn't stand being the butt of someone's joke. Not again.
I squeezed my eyes shut as a wave of dizziness rolled over me. My stomach clenched and bile burned the back of my throat. This had to be some sick nightmare. All the stress from myclasses was finally getting to me, and I was having some kind of psychotic breakdown.
Yeah, that's what's happening.
I licked my lips as saliva pooled in my mouth. This would be over once I counted back from ten. I'd find myself sitting at the small desk next to my bed and Professor Granger's paper still not done.
Even as I tried to come up with a logical answer, the little voice in the back of my head wouldn’t let anything stick. The one that warned me every single time something shitty happened in my life, kept urging me to see what was happening before me. I couldn't come to terms with it, not yet.
I counted back from ten, and when I opened my eyes, the same yellow walls surrounded me. The same creaky bed was pressed against my back, making a noise anytime I so much as twitched. I still had a cuff around my ankle that had a long chain connected to it.
Curiosity mixed with trepidation won out, and I sat up and stared down at the metal wrapped around it. The chain clinked as it moved. Some of it clanged and scuffed against the hardwood flooring.
"This isn't real," I whispered.
I sat up slowly, staring down at my body in confusion. I was still wearing the clothes I had on yesterday… or was it still the same day? My phone and backpack with all my belongings were nowhere in sight. And it wasn't like there was any way to tell how much time had truly passed.
Pain registered the moment I pinched my thigh. I wanted to do it again to see if the pain was real but I knew it was. This whole thing was real. I was kidnapped?
Why?
"How long are you going to be in denial?" A rough voice penetrated the air and sent chills down my spine.
I scrambled off the bed, my legs not listening to my brain as I fumbled about. Instead of standing, my knees hit the unforgiving ground and more pain ricocheted through me.
"Ah, fuck." I shook my head, forcing myself to ignore the pain in favor of seeing the man before me. He was tall as he leaned against the doorframe. His tan skin was covered in tattoos that I could just barely make out. There were probably more hidden underneath his clothes. His facial hair was dark, thick, and well-groomed. There were little bits of gray that probably put his age closer to my father's than mine. His nose was slightly crooked like it had been broken before. The man looked like someone I would have avoided at all costs.
So, who is he?
"Are you going to stay on your knees?"
I blinked a few times. "Who are you?"
"You're being rude. When asking someone for their name, you give yours first. Did that father teach you anything?"
The mention of my dad made my stomach turn. He hadn't taught me anything except to be quiet and out of sight. Even thinking about it made me feel queasy. I pressed the back of my hand against my lips, trying to keep it down.
"I think I'm going to be sick."
"Shit." The man crossed the room, rounded the bed, and erased the distance between us.
Fear flared up and only made my stomach roll even more. My vision blurred as I wavered forward. His fingers were rough as they landed on the nape of my neck. He squeezed, digging his digits into my flesh. I was forced to zero in on the pressure on my neck. My head was shoved down until my forehead rested on the cool ground. My eyes squeezed shut as I prepared for the worst. Everything else around me started to settle down as I held my breath.
