My head spins and as my eyes flash open. The room is empty. My arms are untied.

Uuuh, im dizzy. Where am i?

I look around, im in the same room. But im untied. Its like he wants me to escape.

I drag myself to the door, opening the door carefully.

It was unlocked. Now, This is too easy.

My gut was telling me to stay where I was, and not to run out. But. I was so confused.

My heart was telling me you're free run.

Something isnt right.

I turn, following my gut. Leaving the door cracked. I examine myself, cuts all over my body and my ankle no longer bleeding but is all dried. My foot looks dead..which isnt a good sign.

I won't be able to recover it. Its to badly cut. It still burns to, my arms. Oh my arms. They are very tired, the cuts on them are pretty bad.. but ill live.

Ill live. Sadly.

I cannot believe that my father is wanting to make escaping thus easy. Ill never get far in my condition. He knows that. Thats why he is tempting me.

He wants to see me suffer.

He wants me to suffer.

Well. It aint happening. The only way thats happening is right here, in this room.

The room on which ill die. But not because I do not have courage. But because I know if im dead. He will be caught.

I shake my head, wiping my mind from the thoughts of me being killed by him.

No. I will not let that happen. I will not die without a fight.

A knock appears at the door. My eyes glance away, afriad its my father.

Part of me wants to look. Part of me doesnt.

"Hello. Daughter."

Well that tells it. Its my father.

. . .

Lovely.

Lovely.

Lovely.

Just great. The Mr. Witch is back. Whom by the way is married to the wicked witch.

I always enjoy reading Wicked Witch of Oz when I grew up. Its a twist on a classic, but its a story about the witch.

Which if she was married. My wicked father would be her date.

My thoughts carry my head, as I ignore the figure who walked in.

"I said. Hello. Daughter." He grabs me by the hair and forces me to gaze into his eyes.

"Leave me alone."

"Oh didnt sleep well? I see you havent ran out yet. You must love me!!!"

"Yep dad. I love you." I darted sarcastically, making light of the situation.

"Ha ha. Very funny."

I looked at him, for what seemed like forever. He turned his back upon me, his feet pacing him back and forth.

My back lies against the cold wooden cabin floors.

The footsteps come to a halt. "Are you tired or something. If you wish ill leave. For now."

Why is he being kind? Something is up.

I shift my body upright, giving him a odd stare.

"I thought you wanted me dead? I thought you wanted to torture me!" I stutter.

"Oh, my dead. I mean my dear. I do."

"Then why are dont you have me chained up, and hanging from the ceiling. Why haven't you cut of my feet, like you did to mother!!!"

He begins to boil inside, I can sense from his face.

Uh oh..I went to far. Stupid me. As always.

"Your mother deserved all she had! She deserved to die!! She deserved to be killed and her life taken away! She was bad, do you hear me, she was bad."

"Is that what you will say for Sarah, Julie, Matt, Josh, and all my other cousins and family members. And me."

I give him a stern voice.

"I havent killed you.." he lowers his voice. "Yet."

"Im not ready to kill you so fast. Leave now."

He opens the door, and signals me out.

I shake my head.

"Father. Remember my condition. I cannot even walk. Im not going anywhere."

I gripped against the floor, as best as I could. The slick flat floor making it almost impossible.

He shifts his body down towards the floor, crossing them as he sits down. Right infront of me. Staring. Endlessly.

"Daughter. Im sorry."

His eyes become watery.

He is trying to play with my emotions. He used this on my cousin Sarah. Sarah was a good cousin. She was like a sister to me. Always there for me, and for others. She would help out the homeless. She would help out anyone, as long as it was for good. I miss her.

My eyes look away, nervously.

"Come closer." He softly repeats. I act as if I dont hear him, and ignore his presence near me.

"Come closer." He says louder.

I still ignore. Afraid of what he will do.

He shifts his weight up, and pulls himself up. My eyes wander to where he exlores. He heads straight towards the table. The one that was beside me. The stuff he used to posion me.

This time, it was different. He just grabbed a needle. Putting nothing in it.

Gulp.

My thoughts ring. My throat swallows my breaths hard, worrying.

His eyes look upon me, and he grins.

A shock splits down my back.

I lay down upon the floor, letting him do whatever. Closing my eyes.

"Just do what you want. I wont cry wolf."

Ill probably regret those words. But I didnt care.

"So. Youll go with whatever? Whatever I push into your skin. Whatever I make you eat. Whatever I do. Youll accept? You make this too fun, my dear."

I open my eyes. Glancing at him.

"Hang me if you wish. Dive your blade into my skin, if you wish. Posion me, if you must. I will not cry. I will not tell."

My heart twisted, as I heard the words come from my own mouth again.

At this rate. Ill be dead beforr night fall.

His body comes closer.

"But honey. Dont you love me?"

"Say you love me"

He continues to speak. His words sending chills down my spine every time something escapes his lips.

I stay quiet.

"You said you would do whatever. Now say you love me."

Why is this phrase so important to him.

"I love you." I softly speak. Obeying his orders.

"Was that so bad?" He laughed.

"Now take this." He handed me a needle with something in it.

I grab it, afraid.

"Put it into your skin. Hard."

I shake my head. Tears falling.

He grabs it from me. Harshly.

"You said you wouldnt cry. You wouldnt disobey. You broke it already, my dear. But oh well. More fun. For me."

I close my eyes, my emotions of fears overwealming me.

A quick sharp pain goes into my neck.

A sharp

Harsh

Needle.

He keeps it there, pushing harder and harder.

"Ahhhhhhh" I scream.

The pain more then I could ever take.

A few minutes later the pain ended, but something wasnt right. Its like I didnt feel good. I was dizzy. Dizzier then before.

I couldnt put my finger on why. I also felt wierd. Like something was flowing through my veins. I cant really describe it.

I stare at my father, who is laughing over me.

"Father." I close my eyes softly.

"What was in the needle"

I hestitate.

"What do you think it was?"

He picked up a small bag of something, it was dark.

He poisoned me with some kind of drug.

Ugh. No wonder I feel this way!

"Hang me." I softly say.

He ignores. I say it louder.

"Hang me!" I shout.

I had his attention. He walked away. Walking straight out the door.

Then I realized..wait... wasnt there a phone in one of the bedrooms.

The door was still unlocked, I dragged myself out. Throwing up along the way.

Ew.

I pull myself further, i reached the door to the bedroom. I cracked it open. No one was inside. I close it behind me.

Thinking no one saw me, I reach for the phone. Thankfully, it was working.

I dialed 911.

"Hello this is 911, whats your emergency."

"I need help. Ive been kidnapped. And tortured. Ny address is oak hillly drive 21463194"

"Help is on the way."

The door slams open. I drop the phone, the noise scaring me.

"I see you found a phone."

"We are sending back up. They will be there in 2 minutes. Please stay on the line. Are you okie?" The phone hollered.

He throws a knife in my direction, missing me.

He throws 2 more. He hits my neck. And my stomach.

Im unable to move much.

"Help." I quietly say into the phone. Barely able to speak.

My father rushes out the door. Vanishing.

My breaths become shorter, as I struggle to breath more and more.

Please. Get here soon.

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