Chapter 3

"Son of a bitch," I groaned as I rubbed my head feeling a rather large lump on the tender spot. When my eye started to become more focused I noticed my left leg was chained to a pipe.

"What the hell?" I asked looking around for signs of anyone.

My head hurt like hell from what ever that dickwad hit me with and if I see his face I swear to God I am going beat the shit out of him. I heard a muffled sound coming from behind, I turned to see what it was ans was pretty sure it was Stan somehow chained up with his head stuck in an old toilet.

"Stan?" I asked groggly

"Kyle?" the toilet answered

"Yeah it's me," I replied

"Get me out of here," he begged

I try to make my way over to my best friend but the chain only went so far "I can't reach,"

"God damn it Kyle!" he snapped "Reach!"

Reach? How am suppose to reach that far when I'm not that tall, "I can't dude,"

"Please," he begged

I tried one more time to reach him but fell short within an inch of his release "I sorry dude," I sighed.

A loud voice spoke over the intercom "HA HA...Kahl! Having fun with my little game?"

"Cartman!" I shouted "I swear to God that if you don't let us go I am going to knock you fucking teeth in!"

"Maybe we should let them go Eric," I heard Butters voice say...

"What? No way in hell Butters am I going to do that," Cartman replied.

"You're the boss," Butters sighed

Cartman cleared his throat "Well assholes I'm am leaving."

"WHAT!" Stan exclaimed from inside the toilet "You're leaving?"

"Yeah," he replied "I have won this part of the game and now it's up to you to survive a night or two."

"Cartman!" I shouted "You can't just do this. I'm diabetic and I need my insulin shot or I could die."

"Well then it sucks to be you doesn't it Kahl," he mocked...

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By the time Cartman returned the next day poor Stan was ready to crack and he begged Carmtan to release him...My heart sank knowing that my best friend had to go through a night of having his head forced inside of dirty old toilet and I felt bad at the way he was all shook up about it.

"The toilet..." he kept mumbling as Butters and Cartman took him into a sperate room.

Cartman returned all smiles "Hi Kahl," he greeted "how are you today?"

"What are you gonna do with Stan?" I barked

He just waved his hand "Relax fag, your little boyfriend is just getting something to eat and Butters is helping him cope with the trama he just faced."

"Yeah because of you!" I snapped wanting to slap that Fat Fuck's smile right off his fat face.

"Oh Kahl," he sighed shaking his head "you need to remember this is mah game and I will always win."

I had no idea what he meant as he bid his goodbye "Be back later Asshole," he waved.

Well later meant staying another night, this time alone. I shouted for help that never came, I had hoped that once Stan was freed he would somehow sneak back here to help release me but that never happened. I knew I was all alone and that kinda scared me, my stomach ached from not eating all day or taking my medcine. Tears began to stream down my face as I sat with my knees pulled tightly to my chest praying for a miracle of some sort. Somehow I manged to fall asleep but it was not a comfortable slumber and I could still feel the pain in my dreams. You that feeling you get when you know someone is staring at you? Well that's what I felt when I awoke the next morning and not to my surprise I saw Cartman sitting not to far from me.

"Morning Kahl," he greeted with a big grin and holding out a breakfast sandwich "hungry?"

"It's a trick," I told myself as I stared at him

"Go on Kahl," he said still holding the sandwich out for me "it isn't a trick."

I slowly began to reach for the food and was almost within reach of the damn thing when he pulled in back.

"PSYCH!" he laughed before taking a bite out of it.

"GOD DAMN IT CARTMAN!" I shouted

He continued to laugh "I can't believe you're that retarded to think I would give you mah food."

The angry was boiling inside me and I wanted nothing more then to beat the shit out of him. He looked at me and saw that I was glaring at him. "Cheer up Kahl," he smirked "it will all be over soon."

"I fucking hate you," I said

"Good Kahl," he said walking over to me and running his fingers gently down my cheek

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" I hissed pulling my face away from him.

Within seconds his face changed...one second normal and the next he looked so evil and filled with so much hatred.

"You're going to wish you were never born Jew," he whispered "because I'm going to destroy you..little by little..until you are begging for mercy."

I swallowed hard knowing that this was his plan all along to trap me and to make me weak so he could hurt me...

Disclaimer: Okay here is chapter 3 tell me what you think...thanks for the reviews they really mean a lot to me and sorry for any typos...