Chapter 56: Destiny's mind (Warning: scary chapter some violent content)
"Come to your place Des" Destiny heard feeling warm goose bumps and attempting to obey Matt's soothing voice only to look down and silently ask "What the hell?" as she found her feet locked in place.
"You're not going anywhere Evans" A cold voice determined before continuing "We've got to finish what Salinger started" as a hand came crashing down on the back of her neck forcing her to her knees.
"Ow" Destiny cried out reaching to cover the throbbing area only to have her arm slapped hard and twisted painfully behind her back while a set of strong nails drew blood as they dug into her chin.
"Not so smart now are you? A second more familiar hate filled voice asked slapping a hand over her eyes and dragging her to her feet before shouting "Close your eyes, bitch" as he back handed her across them.
Squeezing her eyes and shaking her head trying to ward off the pain and dizziness, Destiny again attempted a step forward as she heard Matt soothingly command "Come to your place Des" through the haze only to cry out "Matthew help me" when she was shoved backward into the hard body of her holder.
"What was that? You calling for Matthew, Evans?" A female voice asked pouting and feigning compassion.
"Now, I suggest you answer her!" The one holding her advised as he shook her and interrogated "It was Buchannon wasn't it?" until confirming "Aww she was calling for Matthew to come save her" with a mocking laugh.
"Go to hell!" Destiny hissed slamming her head into his chest only to bite down hard on her tongue as a punishing blow landed against her left cheek.
"Oh no Destiny, we've reserved that place for you and your knight in shining armor, Buchannon." The female voice purred as its fingers slid slowly down the trapped girl's hair line.
"No, Don't you touch him." Destiny shouted out angrily twisting towards her only to be yanked back into position by her captured arm as a hand quickly smacked her eyes again and the nails returned to dig into her chin.
"Keep your eyes closed and show us a little respect stupid!" The first voice snarled as he grabbed Destiny's hair and yanked her head sideways while the young girl held out a small heavy metal object to her friends, clicked it open, kissed it and prompted "Now, who would like to begin?"
"It would be my pleasure babe." A new slightly younger male voice volunteered stepping forward and taking the offered object only to ponder "Now where should we start?"
"Oh I think riiiiight here would be just perfect." The girl responded her fingers resuming their ministrations and reveling in the fact that Destiny could do nothing but suffer.
"Sweet" Came the content reply as Destiny tried in vain to evade both the new hand that pressed down on her head and the sharp tip that started following in the finger's wake.
Wincing in pain and biting out "stop it" Destiny clenched her fists in frustration as she felt blood trickling down her face.
"Ooo what's wrong Evans? You don't like this?" A new female voice taunted as fingers dipped themselves in the blood and combed it backwards into Destiny's hair.
"And here I thought I was doing such a nice job on you." The knife wielder commented shaking his head and continuing "But, guess it is good that you're not giving the orders here since you're so unappreciative" with a hiss before viciously yanking on their prisoner's bloody hair so that more blood escaped.
"You're right. She's an unappreciative bitch" The first female agreed slapping her hand hard on the bloody cut before massaging her boyfriend's cheek with it and soothing "You did an amazing job."
"I did. Didn't I?" The wielder agreed kissing his girl hungrily before licking the blade triumphantly and asking "Whose next?"
"Oh allow me." The older girl replied, reclaiming the knife, and leaning over Destiny to whisper "I've waited a very long time for this" with a malicious giggle as she slowly dragged the blade and the trickling blood up to Destiny's hairline before making a deep cut of her own.
"Now that will definitely leave a mark" The younger girl commented gleefully inspecting her friend's work as she continued to saturated Destiny's hair with her own blood before taking the blade, smacking her bloody hand over Destiny's eyes and asking "Do you think it is ready?"
"I don't know. Are you ready Evans?" The familiar voice returned, his hand grasping Destiny's chin as she tried shaking her head before shouting "I asked you a question. Are you ready? Yes or No!"
"No, leave me alone" Destiny spit out hatefully trying to pull free as her holders hand replaced the one over her eyes.
Wiping the spit from his face and shouting "hold her" to his accomplices, the assailant released Destiny's chin just long enough to viciously back hand her across the mouth before re-gripping it and contradicting "I believe that is a yes!"
"Perrrrrfect it's souvenir time." The girl exclaimed sharing a very satisfied laugh with her friends as she pulled tightly on a group of Destiny's hair before placing the blade against her scalp and beginning to saw through the matted mess.
"Let go of me." Destiny shouted trying once again to wretch herself free before halting and letting her muscles relax.
"Oh no Evans, We haven't even started on you yet." Destiny's holder threatened releasing one arm and pawing first at her neck and then her breasts with a warning "Now if I were you, I would shut your mouth and stay very still" just before Destiny suddenly elbowed him hard in the ribs and lurched her body free.
