Johnny pulled her towards him and kissed her harshly. She fought against him, but she knew she couldn't win. He held her firmly. She relaxed her body and felt the soft, thin fabric of his shirt. His lips went down to her neck and then bit it gently making her cry out. Little drops of blood trickled down her neck, but he licked them off. He then pushed her down to the ground and then stood staring at her.
He then dropped down on the floor beside her. "Are you scared?" he asked. "Yes." Donna answered "Good," he smiled and proceeded to push himself on top of her. "So here we are again, " said Donna. "Shhh! Shut up!" exclaimed Johnny and before she knew it, he was inside her. The usual knife against her throat, just like the rest. The pleasure was intense for the both of them and the knife against her throat and her little yelps of pain when he pushed it deeper into her neck, enticed him even more. He grabbed his knife and started to cut her. She was powerless, lost in a world or pleasure and pain.
He breathed steadily, his heart pounding. He pushed himself off of her and zipped his pants. She pushed her panties up and crawled away to sit on the staircase. The flowing blood on her body made her scared as she sobbed, staring at herself. Johnny stood breathing it in and smearing the blood on his shirt. The knife was gripped tightly in his hand and a menacing look was in his eyes. He turned around to look at her. Her face was buried in her hands as she cried mournfully. "You were right," she sobbed, "They were right. No one comes out of here alive. I'm going to bleed to death. Why did you do this? You promised.." "I promised nothing, "whispered Johnny," On second thought, I did." He grinned devilishly at her. "I promised death." He stood in front of her. She stared past him at the piles of corpses.
"I wanted you. And for once I got what I wanted. But now, the question is : Should I let you live?" Johnny paced back and forth, thinking. "I swear," cried Donna," I won't tell anyone. Just please, I'm dieing. Can't you see? The blood..." "Oh, I don't care if you tell, you see I can never get caught. But how can I let you live knowing that you've been through this experience with me. Knowing the pain that I caused you. I wouldn't want you to live with that pain. I'd rather put you out of your misery." Donna sobbed and pressed her head to the wall. She didn't want to listen to him. She was tired, worn down.
"Listen to me...er.....god what's your name.....er.....you," Johnny said, "I'll keep you alive. Yes, I'll keep you alive." Donna sighed a breath of relief. " Thank you, "she whispered, graciously and stood up and started going up the stairs, but he pulled her down. "I said I'd keep you alive, but that doesn't mean I'm letting you go. I'll keep you here as my own personal stress reliever. You'll be very useful." he smiled as he saw the smile on her face change to a sad/ angry expression. Without a word, he picked her up and carried her up the stairs and into the bathroom. "Here, clean yourself off, the bactine is right there. I'll go get you some clothes," he shut and locked the door.
**FLASH FORWARD***
He had brought her a dinner of creamed corn and carrots as she lay in a dusty room with a single bed in the middle. Her mind was on the brink of reality and her clothes were sprawled on the floor. She saw no reason for having them. He came in so often to "relieve his stress," she didn't see why she should wear clothes at all or leave the bed for that matter unless she had to go to the bathroom. Her life had been lost and for nights she had lay in bed with him, thinking and plotting a way to escape.
Her food had started to pile up. She wasn't eating and all she did was sit and stare at the wall. There were no windows in this room and if there were, they were so dusty, they blended in with the wall. He watched her go to sleep. He had killed something inside of her and his stress relief wasn't even fun anymore. She didn't cry out when he hurt her, cut her or bit her. She was silent and her eyes didn't have that spark of life that they once had. Most of the time, they held silent tears which made him upset.
The next night he stood in front of the door. She's no fun , he thought to himself, she's just no fun anymore. She doesn't respond like she used to. What's the fun in that? She might as well be dead. You're being a necrophiliac.... He opened the door and walked in. She turned towards him and moved over. "No, no not tonight. I want to have a little chat with you, " Johnny smiled at her. She stared at him blankly. "I'm letting you go, but I want you to remember me and all the...fun we had together," he said, his voice raspy and deep.
He grabbed her and flipped her over onto her stomach. He took the blanket off her back and then he sat down next to her, a small knife in his hand. "I just want you to remember me...." he said dreamily. He then cut deep into her back. She screamed, just like she used to. This made Johnny smile. When he was done, he stood up on the bed and looked down at his masterpiece. It said "by Johnny C." She cried into the pillow. He then picked her up and took her to the bathroom, where he washed her back and poured the bactine, which made her cry out even more. He then waited till she stopped bleeding and then dressed her.
She sat on the bed, staring at him. "I hate you," she said after ten minutes of silence. "Why? I let you go. I can still change my mind," Johnny said, raising his voice. She stood up and walked over to him. "I hope someone hurts you like you hurt me. Congratulations, you did a great job destroying my life and my spirit. I mean look, you even signed your work. I hope this makes you proud," and with that she walked out of the room that she was confined to, but he grabbed her. "I can kill you right now," he growled, holding her arm firmly. "I can make you scream and cry again. Don't forget that I enjoy it." Donna merely stared at him and said nothing. He let her go and she walked out the door and into the world that she hadn't seen for two years.
Shitty ending, I know and I'm sorry. I'll make another one if enough people tell me this one sucks. I've been preoccupied with school lately. A lot of hw for me. I'm really sorry. But yes, here it is and tell me what you think and if you don't like the ending suggest something or just tell me cuz I still have some more ideas.