‘Y/n’s not the type to physically harm someone... He’s not coming for me. Derrick told me how that bitch is blackmailing him... It’s all on me... and me alone to do something...’ The small blooded teen thought, pretending to be knocked out due to exhaustion.
It had been two days since Derrick had taken her down into the basement and locked her up. Thankfully, today was Monday and thus the psycho went to attend school, leaving her alone. Derrick had assumed that Chloe’s severe blood loss combined with her weak constitution from birth, a fact he had learnt from the PI he had hired, would result in the teen being unable to escape form the situation. Thus he concluded It would be fine to leave her alone.
Only water was allocated to the girl. Starvation was another method of torture that Derrick had wanted to try out. Chloe sat on the metal chair stained with blood, her newly vermillion coloured hair obscuring her vision as she lent forwards, slowly making attempts to shift about and push the leather belts which had confined her, resulting in the belt holding her right hand down to loosen slightly.
Sunday had been the worst day for the young teen so far, the worst thing Derrick had done to the girl was dig her left eye out with no anaesthetic. Screams filled the chamber throughout the whole procedure and she could still feel pain where her left eye used to be. Derrick had crudely padded her eye up in order to stop excessive blood loss that might kill the girl, as he “wouldn’t want his new toy to become broken so soon now would we!” he had said in a singsong fashion
That night, whilst scarcely being able to sleep due to the absurd amount of pain that radiated throughout her body, she had nightmares of her father condemning her for his death. The older woman had truly had a lasting impact on the younger teen’s mental state that could not easily be fixed. She slowly wept whilst apologising towards her father, a sight which Mikhail would be incredibly sorrowful to see.
Slowly rebelling against the old leather belt located on her right wrist, It unloosened completely allowing her to put much more force in removing the rest of the belts located on her right arm. Taking over one stale hour to regain control over her feeble right arm, the rest of the constraints were swiftly dealt with.
The devilish metal trolley was located right next to the stained chair, most of the sharp objects and devices had been covered in blood by now, not a pretty sight to see indeed. Grabbing a large red serrated combat knife that she was well versed in due to being cut with it several times, she slowly attempted to move around the room, limping due to injuries on her legs.
By now, Derrick had stripped the girl of most of her clothes in order to inflict as much pain as possible everywhere on the poor teen’s body. There were only two doors leading out of the room; Y/n had seen Derrick leave for school through the door behind her, whilst all of the tools and weaponry had came from the door located to her left.
Even though she had decided that the serrated blade was all the small girl had required, she sluggishly advanced towards her door beholding the extra weaponry, swinging the door open in order to buy some extra time later on if she was found to be gone, before moving towards the other door.
The deranged man was definitely not very smart. Not only had he kept the old leather belts due to it reminding him of all the people he’d tortured before her, resulting in her escape, he also left a tray of dangerous weapons that Chloe could use and left none of the doors locked.
The small girl scoffed at his care-free behaviour, she’d sworn to herself that he would receive payback in kind to what he served to the girl. Pain consuming his face was a sight she had yearned to see after going through hell and back for the bastard’s enjoyment. Some of these wounds would never heal and would give torment her with pain for the rest of her life.
Stumbling around, the teen was slowly getting used to seeing with only one of her eyes. Pushing all the pain flaring in her body to one side, she slammed against the door, successfully opening it, to reveal another room, decorated with bright green and blue wall paper. There were a multitude of musical instruments located all across the room, sound proofing present in this chamber as well.
A flight of metal stairs caught the teen’s attention, blotches of a red substance stained the stairs as she peered up them, seeing a door at the top of them. Her exit. A way out. Before a sight of relief could leave her mouth, the door started to swing open, accompanied by a few deep voices conversing.
The young girl’s remaining orb scanned the area as quick as she could, noticing an empty locker, a old, bruised, container that looked like she could fit inside it with some room to spare and a cupboard under the stairs.‘The locker is probably used to store people’s things, I can’t use it. I don’t know what’s in the cupboard or how often It it’s opened. The old box is probably my best bet.’she concluded, rushing over to the old box and diving into it.
“What’s up with the red pattern on your stairs Derrick? It looks awesome!” an unknown voice praised.
“Yeah, I saw the design online and got someone to install it for me. Doesn’t the blood effect look so realistic!” he said with great pride, barely holding back a sadistic grin.
Another voice agreed with Derrick before heavy metal thuds sounded out, three pairs of footsteps descending down into the basement. After reaching the basement, they opened the empty locker and dumped what Chloe assumed to be their school equipment in there.
Derrick had went to play the drum set, another searched the cupboard under the stairs for a guitar whilst the final person was content with singing, noises erupting from the speakers located in the corners of the room. Halfway through the session, one of the boys looked around for something to sit on, walking over to the old box and sitting atop it.
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“What’s in this box Derrick? It looks pretty beat up.” The clueless teen asked, a pondering look present upon his countenance.
“Nothing much. Come on, let’s get started again.” he hurriedly replied, as if he was worried that the teen would look inside the box.
Chloe, who at this point had been hiding in the box for about an hour and a half now nearly vomited the first time she saw what was in the box. Body parts. All dyed in old blood. Arms, legs, torsos, all dismembered from a body. The only two silver linings were that the track left behind by her blood that leaked from her wounds would be covered up and that there were thankfully no heads within the box. The young teen also could feel some sort of fabric, although she could not make out what it was.
Regardless, Chloe certainly did wish to spend as little time with the severed body parts as possible. Then again, this was one thousand times better than being at the mercy of that two faced psychopathic bastard in the small teen’s opinion.
It would seem that, just like what had happened to her left eye, Derrick had planned to slowly deprive her of body parts until there was nothing left of her... The girl shivered at the thought of what may have become of her had she not broken free. Well, she wasn’t free yet.
The dark sept into Chloe’s orb as she waited for the trio to leave, another hour passing before Derrick said goodbye to his friends, watching them leave the basement, he walked towards the door which led to where the girl was supposed to be.
“I’ve been waiting all day for this... Chloe! How have you faring?” he dreamily spoke, delight painted upon his countenance. He walked over to the metal chair, quickly realising that the girl was nowhere to be seen, all his senses went onto high alert. How had his prey escaped?
Running over to the open door where he stored most of his devices, he thrashed the room as he searched for the girl, maniacally laughing as if he were the seeker in a game of hide and seek. As soon as the girl had heard Derrick move into the other room, she sprang out of the box and slowly limped over to the staircase, sluggishly climbing it, unable to move with great haste.
Not long after Chloe had reached the halfway mark of ascending the staircase, Derrick slammed the door open and stared straight at the girl, causing her to climb the stairs even faster than before, pushing her body into double-overtime.
Unfortunately, there was simply no way she would reach the top of the stairs before Derrick. Even if she did, she didn’t have the key required to lock the door nor the strength required to keep him in the basement. She had to take him down right this moment.
Turning around to see the teen sprinting full speed up the stairs towards her, Chloe threw the knife towards his him, hitting his left leg yielding a howl of pain from the crazed teen, “You little Bitch! I’m going to make you regret that” he screamt, now limping up the stairs, only a few steps away from his prized objective.
Chloe, now slightly dismayed that she had not hit a more vital area, such as one of his eyes to pay him back, leapt towards the teen, who held his hands up to guards against her small mass. The futile act of self defence did not dull the impact, sending them both falling down the staircase, Chloe on top of the teen.
BAM. Derrick and Chloe made contact with the metal floor of the basement, Derrick’s body spasming as blood poured from his cracked skull which had hit the ground first. It had taken Chloe a few minutes to move again, her body further weakened by the collision with the basement floor. Thankfully, she had used Derrick’s now bloody body as a cushion.
As the vermillion haired teen surveyed his current state, she saw that the male was attempting to speak, “You..... You....” He paused, coughing out blood, “you BITCH, I’ll... make... You...” his body then furiously spasmed in pain as he simultaneously roared out in pain. The serrated blade that had once been lodged in his left calve had now been relocated into his left eye, the blade being twisted around, tears of blood leaving the tall teen’s orbs.
“That’s payback for my left eye you fucking psycho!” she joyfully laughed, basking in ecstasy as she made the male shriek in pain, just like he’d done to her. Unfortunately for the girl, Derrick’s injuries were too severe, blood pouring out from his school dyeing the whole floor red, Chloe’s feet being dyed red as well.
The male quickly passed away, writhing in pain, whilst the vermillion haired teen continuously laughed on top of his body. A few minutes passed before Chloe got a hold of herself. She needed medical aid fast, otherwise she would perish from blood loss, although she couldn’t leave the house without some clothes to wear; she was currently scarcely clothed.
‘I think I felt some fabric in that old box... might as well check If it’s something I could wear.’ she pondered, limping over to the box, leaving red foot marks in her wake. Opening the old box, all of the dismembered body parts were now in clear view for all to see, causing the girl to wince in disgust, before getting back on track.
This was no time to waste. Scrummaging through the contents, she pulled out a set of red stained clothes, her clothes, that she had been deprived of, before attempting to equip them.
After what seemed like five or so minutes, the girl had advanced to the top of the stairs, popping her head out to scan her surroundings, starting her long trek towards aid.
“Just wait for me Y/n... I’ll come to save you...” she determinedly stated, as if there was no doubt in her mind that she was fully able.
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Y/n’s room had been filled with various band posters, a large double bed, a desk for studying and a multitude of shelves chock full of books of all genres. Now, the blinds were closed, the posters torn down, shelves capsized and the chair, which had been apart of the desk set, was now thrown into the middle of the room.
A dark outline of a tall figure could be seen weeping in the corner of the room atop of the bed, their room completely trashed. It was the charismatic black haired teen who, for the last few days, had been abiding by leader of the trio’s commands. The only time he got to himself was during school hours, as he no longer could bring himself to attend.
A few faint murmurs could be heard, “Chloe... I’m so sorry... someone help me...” cried the figure in need of aid. There was no doubt that he would no longer be the socialite he once had been, his mental state had been severally damaged as a result of being used by the blackmailer.
“If only I didn’t go to that party... no... It would have been no use... this would have happened one way or another... I’m sure that... Chloe would agree.. that... I shouldn’t have to endure this anymore...” he pathetically concluded.
Y/n wasn’t stupid. He’d gained video recordings of her abuse and blackmailing, confessing to various crimes such as rape and drugging. However, unfortunately for the boy, Natasha had an ace up her sleeve; her father was the chief of the local police station. There was simply no way the girl would get convicted.
The purple haired girl had resulted to force to get what she wanted when even the threat of killing Chloe wore off. After all, the purple haired bitch had leaked that all of Derrick’s previous victims had perished long ago. What more could he do? Chloe was probably already dead! He did his best! He tried as hard as he could! It wasn’t his fault! Why should he have to endure this torture?
A few loud thuds on his bedroom door sounded out, followed by a few sentences from his father; “Y/n son, Chloe, that friend of yours, has come to cheer you up! I’ll leave her at your door.”