• I watched in horror as the man before me smiled. His face was only inches from mine, and his crooked teeth were yellow. I tried to turn away, but his strong hands held my chin forcing me to look at him. His eyes were yellow yet cold with blood. How could so much hate build in one person without them exploding? My heart pounded in my ears causing my head to throb.

    I had to get way from this insane man. But how? Being tied to a metal chair bolted into the floor was doing little to help me. He chuckled moving his face slightly closer. He growled happily..but threateningly. I blinked holding my breath. The smeel of his own breath made me want to gag. I couldn't stand it anymore and coughed anyway.

    "Dude....get a tick tack" i chocked out still coughing. His big hand slaped me across my face. I looked back at him, tasing blood in my mouth, I smirked. It was amazing how bold I could be right now, and I knew that at any moment I was probably going to die. Was I possibly going insane to, smirking at this crazy lunatic?

    "YOU LITTLE!...HOW DRE YOU INSULT ME!" He belowed now standing a few steps away from me. Staring at his entaged face, the smile on my face fell, I suddenly felt childeshly small. I reached and clung desperatly to that thread of boldness withen me. And watching the big man go from enraged to taunting terrofied me.

    I closed my eyes as his dark voice filed the gray room. I had to build up my courage. To show to this guy I wasn't afraid. My pounding heart betrayed me though. I felt one of his hands run through my hair as he circled me. I kept my eyes shut, and my teeth clenched. I refused to think of the thing, the people thats still kept me here fighting. Not to give up. If I did I would break down. I couldn't risk it. So I thought only of what was happening here, now.

    I shudderd as the man finally lrt go of my hair. I opene dmy eyes glaring in hatred at him. He was standing in front of me his eyes glowing yelloe. His face was shadowed by the dim swinging light above us, I refused to feel fear. He moved closer until out knees were touching. His face only slightly shadowed as he leaned forward placing his hand under my chin. Tilting it to make me look at him. This time I couldn't get away. It revolted me to have him touch me.

    "I'm going to love toying with you" He chuckled. I thought about kicking him until I rememberd my legs,(that were sore and felt as if they would fall off), were tied to the legs of my chair.

    "Go get shot" I growled in return. He merely chuckled as one clawed finger traveled down the side of my face to the base of my throat. I saw him glance down And I wanted to get sick.

    "Do you know what i've done to such you, pretty, girls like you?" He said slowly. I stared at him in shock.

    I wish I would have thought before my nexy actions. Maybe then I wouldn't have been so scared.(scar as in..cut scar) Maybe I would have reacted differently. Then again...maybe not.