Her Last Game (hide and seek) (Watty's 2017)

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 "Injuries are part of the game, but sometimes we can avoid them by just practicing our techniques. "

~Troy Vincent

Saturday, Same day, 6:30 a.m

I didn't  realize that I  had blacked out, so when I awake I'm staring at the dim ceiling into dark nothingness unable to move myself  let alone sit up. My hands are raised over my head and attached to something, and my ankles are tied together and sore from constricted dry brittle ropes digging into skin. I crane my neck towards my attached wrists and i'm able to make out ropes tied to rod spokes connected to my headboard. I struggle to free myself  but that only causes the ropes to tighten,wincing in pain I still continue to  jolt my  wrists spasmodically trying to get them out of the knots, and for some reason my struggle suddenly causes someone to giggle. I turn towards the sound with a sharp intake of breath. My eyes can't perceive anything because the lights are off and the room is pitch black, but I remember the familiar taunting laugh. Icy chills bring rising goosebumps onto my skin. "Let me go!" I scream at her while frantically trying to escape, she laughs harder, I can feel her eyes watching me as I struggle out of the ropes "I said leave me alone!" I say again louder but the sound of her giggles don't go away until she then suddenly speaks,

"I don't think thats possible" She teases and the lights supernaturally flick back on with a snap of fingers. shes standing so to close me now, that I can feel her icy breath nip at me. Her grey eyes are now replaced with black ones while an evil smirk is plastered on her face,  and a long curved machete is in the hand that was suppose to be holding her ragged teddy bear "I told you I wanted you dead. You thought I was lying?" she says when she notices me looking at the machete, I wimper a reply and try to escape once more, but only fail miserably. 

"those ropes are tied tight so you won't be getting out anytime soon. that is, until I  torture you and chop up your useless body  with my machete" she says chuckling

"you can't do that" I say disbelievingly  

"I can't? Honey I can make you're death look like a horrible accident, remember? you did the same to me" she teases  while tracing her finger on the blade of the machete drawing blood from her somewhat ghostly finger.I gasp,and then
struggle once more "my moms gonna be home so, you won't get away with it, so, nice try"  I lie

"really? from what I heard your mom won't be home until......three hours?" 

I stop struggling, and stare into her dark eyes, she knew everything? 

all of a sudden there is a loud slap and my cheek is stinging in pain. She had slapped me.my vision goes a little blurry and my cheek is on fire

"stupid bitch!"  she says slapping me again in the face causing me to recoil   "don't ever lie to me!" 

I don't speak, still recovering from the stinging pain on my face. 

"I know when you're lying so don't lie to me, ever!"

"I'm not lying to-" she slaps me again but this time harder

"you're lying!" she screams and stamps her foot making the bed rock,and

 I struggle to free myself,  because she was turning into a maniac, and I knew it wouldn't be long before she killed me.c cccrk! she slaps me

"Stop! Stop!" I scream before she can hit me with another blow, her hand seizes in mid air, and I look her straight in the eye, while holding back a pained sob rising in my throat

"I never tried to kill you" I say truthfully, she looks at me and her face slowly turns to boiling anger as she slaps me again,"I never tried to kill you!" I say again tears streaming down my face, crrrrrk! she slaps me again and it nearly knocks me out cold

"you're lying! your lying! your lying! you liar" she says all while slapping me and slapping me until I can feel welts rise on my cheek. 

"I should kill you right now, you liar!" her hand finally falls to her side "but then that would be no fun" she says thoughtfully while looking up into the air "hmm what should I do with you"

I dont say anything, afraid she would hit me again,so I keep silent, my face slowly swelling and warm liquid that must have been my blood slowly falling down my cheek.

"hmmm" she finally looks at me again with a malevolent smile, and says slowly 

"wanna play a game?"

I don't speak. the fear in me making me shake violently

"speak!" she orders

"yyyyyes" I say my insides turning in sickening pain, because I knew what kind of game she was talking about.

"If I win You die" she says chuckling and then adds " which I will so-"

"Let me go!" I scream while thrusting around trying to break free from the ropes 

"No, not until we play Hide and seek" 
  
''let me goo'' I wail while she laughs at me tauntingly