I hadn't even meant to do it

I tried to dodge out of his line of Samcyxk's line of sight, but the horde of anxious students eager to get on the bus and go home pinned me against the wall. I even saw the teachers leaving, which was a bit unusual; normally they waited an hour or so before heading on out, but this time, they all headed for the exit rather swiftly.

Principal Gallagher, Xemnas, near-marched out of his office and saw Samcyxk, coming in closer to me. He got in-between the two of us and said something to my classmate; what it was, I didn't know. It was drowned out by the incessant raving of teenage girls walking by, chatting loudly about makeup and Chad Kroeger.

Finally, Xemnas joined the group, and soon the school was about empty…save for me and Samcyxk. He grunted then waved a hand at me. "Come," he said emotions lacking in his voice. "Principal said I'm in charge of your new detention…" The light returned to his eyes, a grin twisted onto his face, and feeling washed back into his words. "So I've got you all to myself for a full two hours…"

When I refused to move, he shuffled over to where I stood. He grabbed my forearm and let his fist fly into my gut. Air all gone from my lungs, he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. Even if he didn't look it, Samcyxk was a beast when it came to strength.

He paraded with me through a few corridors into a classroom that was, obviously, empty. I yelped as he threw me to the carpet and stood still. His dark-greenish hair fell in front of his right eye, not from the ridiculous hairstyle it was put into, but from aggravation. When you're really, severely aggravated, your hair seems to grow 5 inches and falls into your face. It's…weird…

Anyway, Samcyxk shut the door and took out a key; a key that had no doubt been given to him by Xemnas. He swiftly glided over to a cabinet, opened it, and tossed the shimmering key inside. Taking out a combination lock, he locked the cabinet shut. Now I was really trapped, because Samcyxk didn't go down without a fight. And he always put up one helluva fight.

He slowly approached me, and before I knew, had curled his hand into a fist. "Selven is going to the hospital thanks to you," he said contemptuously, teeth clenched. "Now you are going to pay!" Without so much as a warning, he was right next to me, and punched me hard in the cheek. I stumbled back before tumbling over a desk.

Looking up, I saw Samcyxk shove the desk aside. I struggled to get up, but he kicked me in the stomach, causing me to fall back to the floor. He put a foot to rest on my spine, and began to push down. Very hard. I could feel my body being suppressed, not to mention squashed against the floor.

When Samcyxk let his foot up, he grabbed me by the collar and threw me a few desk lengths away from him. Muttering to himself, he walked into the closet. I took this time to catch my breath. Crawling to the wall, I started to hoist myself up.

That's when he came back out, empty-handed; he came right towards me. Letting another fist make contact with my stomach, he forced me right up against the wall. He grabbed my shirt and threw me to the ground with a mildly sickening, rather violent "thud!"

Samcyxk grabbed both of my arms and forced them forward, and proceeded to rest his knee on my back. With delicate movements he cracked his knuckles. Then he wrestled my vest and shirt off.

Flipping me over, he punched my cheek right again, sending me collapsing to the floor. Samcyxk tore my belt off, same with my pants. "Heh. Nice Disney boxers…"

Once I realized what was happening, I began to flounce and flail.

Growling, he grabbed my wrists and forced them to the floor. Staring at me with a sort of crazed grin, he said, "You're pathetic, but at the same time…" Keeping one of my arms pinned, he reached into his sleeve and retracted a full roll of duct tape. I started to yell, but he was quick to slap me. "Shut up!" he hissed.

My lapse of movement gave him enough time to pull my wrists together and tie them. He only went around a few times, because I began to yell again. Samcyxk muttered something to himself yet again, and then tore off a relatively small piece. He clamped it onto my mouth, and the yelling noise subsided.

Samcyxk pushed me up to a desk, lifted the leg, and put it right inside the oddly-shaped oval that my hands, being tied, formed. Now he began to use more tape on my wrists, tying them together, then to the desk, together, and then to the desk. He continued for about 5 minutes before stopping.

Now he started to tie my legs together. The worst feeling was not being able to do anything; I was defenseless and unable to stop him.

It would be a good time to say that Samcyxk was an extreme sadist. He saw pain in everything, and was constantly pining Coach Bellamont – Larxene – to let him borrow her copy of Marquis De Sade.

When Samcyxk had finished tying me up, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade knife. "…You're so adorable." He knelt down and leaned in so I could stare him in the eye; it burned with fury, yet there was a feeling of pain in the anger…Something that wanted to start crying. What was it?

"I'm going to enjoy cutting up your cute little body." Samcyxk's eyes went completely insane, the pupils reducing to a minimal size. "I'm anxious to see your blood spill! I want to hear you moan in agony because it excites me! In everything there's pain, and only through the infliction of harm can you truly understand someone!"

Now I knew he had lost his mind; I heard his incessant rambling, but it made no sense to me. All I could make sense of was the fact that he was going to dissect me. This couldn't be happening! This was all a dream!

Yet when the tip of the knife pricked my forearm and I felt the pain – the searing sensation and the moistness of my blood meandering down my skin – I couldn't deny that it was happening. Reality was really starting to suck at this point.

Samcyxk's knife cut jagged little lines into my skin, and he slashed a line across my chest. The bleak, painful look in his eyes was back, and growing ever so much bigger. It was times like this when I wished I didn't exist, but that was something I could never achieve.

The knife kept coming, and for the next two hours, that's all I could remember.

I must've passed out from blood loss, because when I opened my eyes, Samcyxk was gone. I reached over and felt my arm; it was wet with blood, but I realized I was no longer tied up. Sitting up, a sharp pain flew to my brain. Screeching, I fell back. Looking down, I saw a cut mark on my gut, and drying blood inching down towards my pelvis.

At this moment, I realized I was lying on a towel; conveniently, it was red. I didn't know if it had originally been that color or had been painted by my blood, but I wrapped it around myself and stood up.

A shower of blood met the classroom floor, and I yelped. There was gonna be a helluva time trying to explain this. Instead of trying to clean it up, I hurriedly (but not too quickly) put my clothes back on, wrapped the towel around my waist, and started back home.

Later, I had looked up to my mother and lied straight to her face. I told her that I had been swimming, and was going to take a bath. When she inquired about the scratch on my forehead, I had to think quickly.

"I fell down coming out and scratched it," I said. She nodded with a sweet smile, and let me go upstairs and take a bath.

The water stung and was turning more and more crimson by the minute. All there was to do was to soak all the blood off and let the wounds heal. I sighed and cringed off and on.

All the water was deep red and I was almost done. That's when I heard the knob turning. Oh, shit…

"Mom told me to come in and-"

Kairi dropped the towels and gasped as she looked upon the tainted water.

A/N: Just so you all know, and before the comments come…

SAMCYXK IS NOT GAY!! There's this thing called bisexuality, and he's bisexual. And a real sadist.

And, yes. It's another of those evil cliffhangers. lols