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Dead and Gone (A Daryl Dixon Romance)

Chapter 17

My eyes flutter open...I'm lying in a pitch dark room. A light flickers on and a guy squats next to me.
"It really sucks, my brother really wanted you for lunch." He says in a completely proper tone.
"Who in the hell are you!?" I spat in his face.
"Oh my apologies, I'm Jared. Gareth's brother, you know the guy who was going to eat you but you probably won't remember that." He smiles.
I slowly get up and look around the room. Every sharp thing you could ever think of hangs from all the walls around me. Then there are torture devices all around the room. I put my hand to my mouth when I see a dead woman on the table with her insides coming out of her body.
"Shall we," he says, and my scream fills the room as he drags me to one of the torture devices. I try to fight him but he slams me against the table and grabs my face. "No fighting!" He yells. I quietly grab a small needle tool from the table he has me against. He grabs a knife and slices my face, I scream in pain and then I stab him in the neck with the needle tool. He loosens his grip, I try to escape but he trips me and pulls my boot off cutting my Achilles heel. I scream so loud that I hurt my own ears. Tears start running down my face and now I know that I can't escape, not this time.
Daryl (Third Person-Limited)
Sweat drips down Daryl's face. All he can hear is the torture of Grace next door. Her wailing cries surround the room and he twitches at the sound. The door opens as Gareth enters the room and then it slams shut.
Grace's P.O.V
Blood runs down my face from the gash in my cheek. He drags my body over to one of the torture devices in the room. Jared yanks my body up and slams me down hard on the slab. He straps my arms above my head and then straps my legs down and I know exactly what's going to happen to me. I struggle against the contraption screaming as loud as I can. He grabs the crank on the side which triggers it to start stretching my body. It hurts like hell and it's not how I had planned to go, at least not like this.
I hear gunshots outside my room and I wonder who it is? My head is spinning and my screams get louder at every painful crank and stretch. My body is to the point where if feels like it's going to tear in half any minute.
"You fucking asshole! Let me go!" I yell and he turns the crank again. The door flies open slamming hard against the wall.
"Jared! Intruders have come!" His brother yells. I close my eyes thinking of Daryl and his angel wings. We're separated again and it's killing me, I meant it when I told him I loved him...I really did. He's saved me from everything and I just want one good night with my angel.
Once they leave the room tears start running down my face. I can almost hear every drop of blood hitting the floor from my Achilles heel. I hear a loud sound like someone being thrown against the wall in the room beside me. It almost sounds like someone is being beat to death. Then someone comes in the room and slams the door shut. I hear the clang sound of all the sharp things hanging from the wall. Someone grabs my leg and a scream almost escapes my mouth until he puts his large hand on my face stopping me. Daryl presses his index finger to his lips. Blood and sweat run down his face. A layer of blood also coats his knuckles. He looks back at the door and then back at me lifting his hand off of my mouth. Before I know it my hands and legs are free, rubbing my wrist I sit up.
"Daryl, I can't walk." I whisper, looking at him. He glances at my bloody heel and winces a little.
"Fuckin' son of a bitch!" He paces back and forth grabbing a knife off of the table. The dead woman grabs his arm and he quickly sticks the knife through her head. He pulls it out then looks back at me. "I got an idea." Daryl pulls the red rag out of his back pocket and he gives me another rag to bite on. I put it in my mouth and lift my leg up. He tries to work quick wrapping the rag around my heel. The pain shoots up my leg, tears are still running down my face. Once he's done he looks up at me and I pull the rag out of my mouth breathing heavily.
"Great idea...now what about this?" I say, pointing to the gash on my face and huffing. He takes the his sleeve and runs it along the cut on my face. I wince because it hurts but then I get over it.

Notes

Comments

@MrzDixxon
CHECK SUMMARY
ALSO, SENTENCES* OR A SENTENCE*

Lolly Lolly
1/19/16

@Lolly
You mean when you write sentence using elipses put a space in between it such as, He said... She said?

MrzDixxon MrzDixxon
1/19/16

... ... ...
(NOTICE THE SPACES))

Lolly Lolly
1/19/16

oooo!

Mother Dick Mother Dick
1/9/16

@Kella13
I'm glad you're liking it, there will be an update this Sunday. Three more chapters will go up :)

MrzDixxon MrzDixxon
11/19/15