After this chapter, I possibly will resume my writing of the The Avenging and Mercy. Enjoy this chapter. Warning: Graphic and has dark themes.

Cold fingers dig into my skin. My eyes snaps open and all I see is Paul's face. Terror fills me to the brim. Chills runs down my spine. Paul's eyes are full of determination. He is like a predator staring down at its prey. There is duct tape stuck onto my mouth, making me more helpless.

I look into Paul's eyes. Paul is smiling broadly at me. "Wakey, wakey." He chirps in my ear, his hot breath is directly in my ear. He is on his knees, bent over me. I am unsettled. My stomach twists violently with fear.

Paul proceeds to put his left hand on my shoulder. I begin to tremble uncontrollably when his hand begins to inch down. He digs his nails into my shirt, eagerly tugging it. His other hand press against my right thigh. He inches upward and I begin to twist and squirm violently. I release out muffled screams as I madly toss and turn. I kick my legs wildly. Paul takes his hands away with a angry cry.

I keep thrusting my body blindly until Paul grabs my shoulders to halt me. I jerk violently to escape his grip, but he holds me like a iron vice. "Be quiet!" He demands harshly. Impulsively, I turn my head away to avoid looking at him. In response, he then roughly grabs hold of my chin, forcing my face towards him with brute force, causing my neck to jerk violently. Sharp pain surges through my body like a tidal wave. It only takes a second for me to realize that I pushed Paul to his red line. He is no longer smiling, his face contorted with rage, his lip turns into a wrathful scowl.

"Listen, do not move." He says in a menacing voice. "Be a good girl and stay still." He then proceeds to aim his hand to my chest. I start screaming again, thrusting violently like a fish on a hook.

SLAP! I receive a resounding slap across the face. The sound of the slap pierces my ears and echoes throughout the room. The slap is so hard that my vision becomes blurry. I cease my erratic movement.

"You want to live, don't you?" Paul asks. "Then don't move!" He barks. I stiffen myself out of fear. I have no idea of what to do. My surroundings are nonexistent. I believe I am still in the basement, but I notice nothing around me. I am only focused on Paul.

Paul's hands gently strokes my hair again, he rubs my neck slowly and tenderly. I begin to shake like a leaf. He speaks in a very gentle voice. "You are really special, Faye."

Then Lisa opens the basement door. "PAUL! WE HAVE GUESTS!" She shouts out. Paul removes his hands away from me, a flash of displeasure appears on his face. He looks up at his wife with a grimace. "Could you wait?" He snarls. I finally get a sense of my surroundings. I realize that I have been moved. The basement is quite spacious, I'm now bound to a pipeline across the room. I am at least nine feet away from the others, but still nearby the staircase. The others are still alive, but all of them has duct tape silencing them.

"No. Come on." She urges precisely. She then beckons him to come upstairs. Paul release out a disappointed sigh as he stands up and walks up the stairs. "Lisa, watch them. Make sure no one moves. I want to have a little fun with these kids as soon as possible."

Paul disappears into the hallway, I feel a wave of relief once he is out of sight. Lisa marches downstairs, her heavy footsteps emphasizes sheer loathing. I hear my name several times as she hobbles downstairs.

Lisa comes downstairs finally and glares at everyone. "I want no trouble out of you!" She shouts out in a domineering voice.

No one makes a sound. Lisa scans her surroundings, her blue eyes flashes and she hurries deeper into the basement. She is out of my sight for a few seconds, then she returns to the center of the room with a box. Lisa now has a wicked smile on her face, her face is contorted with devilish glee. She puts the box down and proceeds to grab a hammer out of the box. She flaunts the hammer with a grave look. "If anyone of you move an inch, I will bash your little skulls in. We have guests, so you need to not make a peep!" Lisa intimidates.

Then as if on cue, I begin to hear unfamiliar voices emanating from upstairs. The door is opened a slight ajar and the walls are not soundproof. I hear a male and a female voice and a teenage boy's voice. The woman has a light voice, she is appreciative and is heard crying. "Thank you! Thank you! We've been traveling for days without food or sleep! Thank goodness, there are kind people like you in this world."

Paul's voice echoes. His voice is similar to how he spoke to us. Warm, cordial, and affable. It is like there is another person. "Of course, times are tough here. I personally believe everyone should pitch in and help each other."

I hear the woman sniffing loudly. "Thank you! Thank you, Paul." She croaks thankfully. The man speaks very little, but when he does speak, his voice is loud and firm. "Thanks, man. Thanks for saving our asses out there. If you need help with anything, just ask."

I hear footsteps walking through the house. The woman has ceased her crying and is in high spirits. "Your home is beautiful!" She compliments cheerfully. "I would love to have a home like this!"

It is terrifying how casual all of this is. Paul and Lisa looks normal, there is nothing menacing or terrifying about their appearance. The couple chatters with Paul with no fear or caution. I hear the family wandering the living room/kitchen area.

Time seems to linger. Lisa sits idly on the last stair step, eyeing us to make sure we do not move. She brandish her hammer with a cruel glint in her baby blue eyes.

I actually prefer Lisa than Paul. Paul makes me feel disturbed. I feel sheer fear when I am around him. With Lisa, I feel fear as well, but with a mixture of annoyance. But she is at least predictable. She clearly has a sharp temper, ready to lash out with great fury. Every time, her eyes land on me, all I see is disgust, scorn, and hatred directed to me. Paul hauntingly reminds me of Winters. My tormentor for several years. The man who tortured and hurt me. But terrifyingly, Paul is possibly worse.

Then abruptly I hear the woman release a bloodchilling scream. The scream is long winded and vibrates through the house. I hear the forceful sound of metal colliding with a solid. The woman is still screaming at the top of her lungs. I hear a loud thud and the screaming turns into soft weeping.

"NO!" I hear the man shout, desperate, rapid footsteps shakes the house.

I hear one single gunshot and the deafening sound of a body falling to the floor. It is dead silent for two seconds. I then hear the boy frantically hyperventilating.

"D...DAD...MOM…" The teen laments. I hear the boy charge at Paul with a revengeful scream. I hear a booming thud to the floor. The boy is putting up a good fight, I hear them tussling and wrestling on the floor. But the fight is short lived and ends instantly when I hear the sickening sound of a neck being snapped.

Only the woman is still alive, she is crying her heart out. Terrified and mournful. "LISA! HELP ME OUT!" Like a obedient dog, Lisa sprints up the stairs.

The woman starts sobbing heavily, she begins to plead for mercy. "NOOOO!" She snivel.

She begins to shriek in agony. I hear a resounding slap and Lisa's cruel laughter.

They torture and torment this woman for a single hour. I have no idea what exactly they are doing to her. I hear the sound of metal colliding to solid again, the woman shrieks out in pain repeatedly. One...two...three..four….six….seven.

"Lisa, here, Honeybuns, you take her boots and coat. They're very nice, aren't they?" Paul says in a casual voice. Lisa giddily squeals. "Thank you, baby!" She cooes dreamily.

There is a long silence. I assume the woman is dead.

I hear Lisa giggling dreamily. "I think she's dead, babe. What now?" She chirps. It is quiet for a moment until Paul speaks. "No. She's just knocked out. Let's finish her off quickly."

"Get the girls." He adds. Lisa complies. She raises her voice. "KATHERINE AND CHELSY! COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" She bellows. I hear light footsteps emerging from upstairs.

"I'm going to check up on the kids down there." Lisa says. She hurries to the basement and pops out her head into the basement.

"DO NOT MOVE!" She barks. Then she slips back into the hallway and closes the door. The house is dead silent now.

I exchange a long look at my entire group. None of us has anything to say. I just listen attentively to my surroundings.

I hear Kate's stiff voice, she is speaking lowly, so I can't make out what she is saying. Lisa's domineering voice is heard throughout the house. "YOU BETTER DO EXACTLY WHAT ME AND YOUR FATHER SAY!" I then hear the sound of a sharp slap and a girl's responding scream.

The intractable voice of Chelsy pierce the air. "NO! NO! I'M NOT HELPING YOU! YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!" She shrieks.

Lisa's voice becomes shrill and infuriated. "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?" Then I hear Lisa pounce on Chelsy. Chelsy shrieks and cries in protest. I hear repetitive thuds to the ground. I assume Lisa is attacking Chelsy and Chelsy is fighting back.

The scuffle is short lived when Paul finally intervenes. His voice becomes stern. "Chelsy, go to your room! NOW!" He yells.

I hear Chelsy's hasty footsteps descending the scene. Lisa is still infuriated. "That daughter of yours is a brat!" Lisa complains. "I am sick of her!"

Paul doesn't seem to care. "Let's just dispose of these bodies, Lisa."

Lisa exhales heavily, but compiles. I hear the bodies being dragged through the living room and towards the basement. Lisa opens the door, I see Paul carrying the battered woman in his arms. Kate is behind them. She is ashen white.

Once the couple arrives downstairs, I get a good look at the woman. She is tall with brown hair. She is battered terribly. Bludgeoned multiple times in the head. Her head has a deep gash that is pouring blood onto the floor and onto her face. The blood forms a crimson mask. Her eyes is a dark purplish color and is swollen shut. Countless abrasions and cuts on her skin, her cheeks are swollen, and her lips are bloody. It is a miracle that she is alive. I see her chest slowly moving up and down.

"Kate, watch the others. Me and Lisa will take care of this woman." Paul says calmly. Kate appears shaken, but she nods in obedience. She sits down on the last step, looking at all of us. We are all silent. None of us speaks once, none of us even move. I hear Lisa giggle for a second, then I hear the sound of a chainsaw.

The sickening sound of a chainsaw shredding through flesh makes me nearly vomit. I'm lucky compared to everyone else. I can't see the couple because they are across the room. The one that is the closest is Daphne. I hear Daphne gagging and crying at the same time.

Once the dismemberment is finished, the horrid smell of iron fills the air. I hear the couple removing the stones out of the floor. I'm guessing that the floors titles can be removed because I hear the sound of a rock colliding with the floor.

I hear the couple promptly stuffing limbs and body parts into the floor. Then the title is put back on.

Lisa sighs. "I'm going to clean up," Her voice becomes stern. "Talk to your daughter first! I have no patience for that little brat!"

Paul seems annoyed. He takes a deep breath. "Fine, I will. Make sure this place is spotless because I have plans afterwards."

Paul storms upstairs. Lisa begins to clean up the scene. She proceeds to grab a mop and dips the mop into a prepared bucket. I hear incoherent shouting and yelling on the upper floor. The argument is short lived and Paul returns hastily. Paul orders Kate to go upstairs and Lisa continues to diligently clean. Paul makes his way to me, sauntering with a broad smile.

"Faye," He breathes. "Sadly, me and you were interrupted by my wife. But I want to show you something." He says in a gentle voice. I can only stare at him. He then proceeds to unlock my wall chains, but doesn't free me from the duct tape or the handcuffs. I consider kicking and thrusting, but I am afraid he will beat me. I nearly fall, my legs are weak and unsteady. I feel dizzy and disoriented. Paul keeps me steady and proceeds to take me upstairs. I look back at my group, terrified of what awaits me.

The house is silent. So silent you could hear a pin drop. I see the other bodies. The man and the teenager. Both of them are stripped naked, their clothes neatly folded on the living room coffee table. The man has no injuries, just a single bullet hole in his forehead. The boy's neck is unnaturally twisted. I avert my eyes, I have never seen so much brutality before. I feel my mind unraveling.

"Sit." Paul orders. He escorts me to the dining table. There are lit candles on the table. Paul sits me down at the end of the table. He sits at the other end with a smile. "Beautiful day, Faye." His voice is mellow. "Faye, I have grown to really like you." He gives me a toothy smile.

"It's been long since I seen a pretty face."

I attempt to speak, but my words are muffled. Paul's eyes dart to the tape. "Oh, is that what you alluding to, Sweetheart? Well Lisa complained to me that your little friend bit her. So I took the precautions to tape all of your mouths." He explains.

I begin to tremble in terror. I hate being so helpless! Paul notices this. "Don't worry, I'm only going to kill your friends, not you. You are too beautiful and petite to die." He assures me. "Just don't try to escape." He adds gravely.

I shake my head in objection. I think about Teddy, Daphne, Red and C-101 and tears flow down my cheeks. Paul enjoys this. "Cry if you want, let out all of your emotions." He praise.

Paul then makes small talk with me. "Look, I want to be nice to you, Sweetheart. So I released you to give you fresh air." He tells me.

Then Paul just stares at me, his face is odd. He looks at me with a dreamy facial expression.

Then I hear the shrill scream of Daphne. Her scream is long winded and bloodcurdling. Before I could realize it, I find myself jolting out of my chair and towards the basement door. I do not make it to the door. Paul tackles me to the floor and promptly violently beats me. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" He snarls furiously.

Teddy is shrieking in protest. "NO! NO! NO! NO!" I hear C-101 shouting and Red screaming. I am impacted with a powerful fist to the nose. I tumble to the floor on my butt with a broken nose. Blood pours from my nostrils.

I have pushed Paul over the line. It is terrifying how drastically everything changed. The man is beastly, his face is contorted with unbridled rage. "I FUCKING WARNED YOU! NOW I HAVE TO TEACH YOU A LESSON!" He hiss. I am stunned, too terrified to move. Paul walks away from me, he stops by the basement door and pauses. His body is fuming with rage. He then looks at me with a thoughtful look. "I have a better idea." He says. With that he yanks me from the floor and proceeds to take me down to the basement. I am baffled to what he is going to do with me. I begin to struggle against him. Kicking, wiggling violently, anything I can to get away from him. But he keeps hold of him and takes me to the last step.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHA!" I release out a muffled, primal screech at the sight of an enraged Lisa throttling Daphne.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" She snarls. I attempt to throw myself at Lisa, but Paul is holding me like a vice. He keeps me in place so I could watch.

Lisa's hands strangles Daphne. Daphne is white pale, her eyes are bulging and bloodshot. Teddy is screaming at the top of her lungs, Teddy is on her feet, desperately pulling against her restraints. C-101 is yelling out incoherently, Red is yanking against her restraints with no luck. Daphne is kicking feverishly, she squirms and twists as violently as she could. But Lisa's grip only immenses and Daphne becomes limp. Paul smiles brightly at me.

I fall to my knees when Daphne dies from asphyxiation. The world begins to swirl around me. My mind goes blank. I lose feeling in all of my limbs. Every second I hear turns into a distant echo, I fall face first to the floor and I faint.

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