Chapter 4

"HELP!" I shouted as loud as I could, hoping that maybe someone was just outside of this God forsaken place. "Please!" Somewhere off in the distance I heard a door slam and my heart gave a small leap of faith. "Please let it be someone," I begged down low.

"Hi Kahl," the voice I did not want hear rang out "Did you miss me?" he asked stepping into the room.

"Fuck you!" I spat

He just sighed and shook his head as pulled something out of pocket..."What the hell is that?" I asked as he advanced upon me.

"Just a blindfold," he said calmly

"Get the hell away from me," I protested and tried to back away from him but my chain was only so long. He pounced at me and before I had any time to react I was on the ground with his fat body on top of me.

"CARTMAN!" I shouted trying to push his heavy ass off of me but it was no use. Normally I would have enough strength to fight back better but I was weak from not eating in well over a day and not having my medicine.

"Face it Kahl," he smirked putting his face within inches of mine "I'm the the stronger one."

"Get off," I breathed still trying to push him off. He just laughed and tied the cloth around my eyes.

"Now," he said finally getting off "I realize you can just take that off but if I were you.. I would keep it on."

"Why's that?" I asked

"Because," he said "if you don't...I'll kill you."

I swallowed hard...Was he being serious? Yes of course he was being serious, this was Eric Cartman the boy who murdered someone's parents... My heart began to race as I started to fear for my life, was he going to kill me slowly? Or was he just playing with my mind? Either one made me scared and I wanted nothing more then to go back in time and not agree to play this game.

"Here," he said handing me some sort of cloth with something wrapped inside of it. "Now," he said stepping back "I want you to squeeze it."

I squeezed it and within seconds something sharp pierced my skin...I heard him laugh in the distance "Keep squeezing it!" he shouted causing me to jump before I continued to squeeze the object in my hand. As I squeezed I could my blood starting to ooze from my wounds that the object had already inflicted on my hand.

"You can stop now," I heard a voice say, my heart gave a leap because I reconized it as my best friend's.

"Stan what the hell?" Cartman hissed "remember he didn't help you whan you needed help."

My mind began to race, that fat ass was fill my friend's head with lies. "Because I couldn't reach Stan," I tried to explain.

"SHUT UP KAHL!" Cartman demanded "besides Stan know the truth anyway."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked

"He showed me the video of how you really could reach but refused to," Stan mumbled "I thought we were best friends Kyle?"

"We are best friends dude," I defended "and whatever he showed you was fake."

"No Stan," Cartman said calmly "he's lying..remember he is a sneaky Jew after all."

"YOU SHUT UP ABOUT MY PEOPLE!" I shouted completely ignoring the pain in my hand as I dropped the object and balled it into a fist.

"Why?" Cartman asked "Because you know it's true."

"Fuck You!" I hissed

I could hear Cartman moving towards me "STAY BACK!" I warned punching the air..."God you're so pathetic," he laughed before giving me the hardest shove. I lost my balance easily and fell backwards slamming the back of my head on the cool concrete. I felt sick to my stomach from hitting my head so hard and probably would have thrown up but I had nothing in my stomach to come back up.

I tried to sit back up but was forced back down by Cartman "Stay down," he warned shifting his weight on me again "and shut up."

"Cartman," I said swallowing my own spit because of that feeling you get when you're getting ready to blow chunks "I think I'm going to be sick."

"Like I give a shit," he laughed

I guess I was wrong about not having anything to throw back up...for what little bit I did have just came back up and was now on my face.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Cartman hissed "You just got your nasty ass puke on me Jew!"

I opened my mouth to say sorry but before I could the feeling of cold steel cut into the left side of my face that started from beside my eyebrow and went down to my chin. The pain was intense and I could feel my blood already running down the side of my face.

"Dude, Cartman!" I could hear Stan shout "That's enough...Stop it!"

"Stop being a pussy Stan," Cartman retorted "It has to be this way. The Jew must die."

"I'm going to let you kill him..."

"You want to go back to the toilet?" Cartman asked "because I can do that you know."

Stan stood in silence "Now," Cartman continued "if you're not going to help me..GET THE FUCK OUT!"

"Stan," I mumbled "go get help."

"Help?" Cartman questioned "Yes Stan go get help but know this that if you don't hurry by the time you get back Kahl will be dead."

Okay this chapter was a little more intense...let me know what you think about the story so far...Thank you for the reviews...I pray that Stan finds help in time don't you? And sorry for any typos, will fix later...