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Where the hell am I?

I blink but my eyes can’t focus. All I know is my arms are sore, my lip feels split, my head is hurting, and… my feet are bare. I try to yank the chain binding me, but a dull pain flares through my shoulder

What the fuck is happening?

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to will them to work, and thankfully when I open them, I’m able to see a blurry image of my surrounding and…Wait a hot mother fucking minute?I scan the nasty ass,stank ass,filthy ass room!

My mind can’t even much comprehend the shit I’m seeing. Grey concrete walls that look like shit and other questionable shit has been smeared on them. No furniture, but there’s a stove on with something boiling on it that sends a putrid stench wafting over to me, and it’s next to trash with flies buzzing around. All that shit in itself has my stomach churning, but it’s when I turn to the wall next to me where there are pictures… upon pictures… upon fucking pictures of me littered all over the room!

My heart rate spikes and I don’t let out a single breath as the single light fixture that flickers and looks like it’s tired of surviving eerily swings over my photos.

What the actual fuck am I looking at?

Hell, I don’t even have time to take it in when…

Krrrreeeaaarrrkkk

The door creaks open and I swallow, tensing up, heart beating in my damn asshole when I see someone standing at the door.

“WHO ARE YOU?!” I seethe at the shadow. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING BY BRINGING ME HERE?!” I grit out, but they don’t say anything. Just stand there… “Whoever you are, I hope you know this is pointless. My man don’t play about me and he gon’ fuck you up when he finds out you did this, so you might as well gone let me go!” I try to reason with him.

At first he just stands … but when I bring up Frank, it seems to irritate him and I hear a growl before he steps into the light, and my heart stops.

“T-Tek?” I go cold as stone and then start shaking when he steps fully into the light and I gag when I see his face…

One half of his face is still… him… smooth tan skin, high cheekbone, jaw sharp with that cocky jock kind ofhandsomeness to it, but the other half… just nasty wet tissue bone. It’s exposed. Cracked. The socket hollow and glowing dimly.

And his body, God, his body looks like it’s melting, skin sagging off the bone.

“Jessica!” He moves like he’s puppeteering himself and comes inside. I try to scramble back, chains clanking, trying to get as far away as I can even though I’m chained. “Good morning,” he croaks, voice sounding like the people in chain smoker commercials. “You’re awake. I was hoping you’d be up before dinner.”

“T-Tek… what the hell happened to you?!”

“I know,” he sighs, glancing down at himself. “I’m not what you remember. But I’m still me, Jess. Just… more evolved.” He walks over to the stove, humming. I stare, horrified, as he stirs something in a pot and pulls up the ladle and I see something red and meaty on it. He slurps it up, drinking it down hungrily, making all types of gross, loud ass drinking sounds.

But it’s when I see on the side of his body that’s bone where the red liquid dribbles down over his exposed ribs that I look away.I’m really going to be sick…

“TEK, WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL OF THIS?! LET OUT OF HERE NOW!” I demand, but he cocks that head to the side, sneering.

“You want me to let you go?” he rasps. “You want to be let go when I just got you? You only say that because you don’t know what it’s been like, watching and wanting you from afar. You and him.”

He doesn’t have to mention whoheis.Frank…

“What the fuck you mean watching and waiting?” I whisper, then I look over to the pictures on the wall. “Wait… Tek, have you been stalking me?” I grit out even though I know it’s stupid. The shit is clear as day in my face but… I need to keep this mother fucker talking. If I do that, maybe… hell I don’t know, but my instincts have never failed me.

“Stalking?” he laughs. “I guess you can say that, but now, I’m free. I don’t have to hold it back anymore. I don’t have to because now I can have you, Jess….” he smiles, or the one part of his face does, and my stomach ripples with disgust.

“No the fuck you can’t!” I glare and he keeps smiling, grabbing something, coming over my way and I try to get back, but these fucking chains…

“Of course I can… I caught you and I love you.” He comes over with a pair of rusted clippers in hand. “Jessica, you were so difficult to catch, but now I’ll never let you go…” I shake as he stands at the foot of the metal bed and I freeze as he his knees crackle and he kneels in front of me, taking my foot in his hand.His boney hand.

This feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. The bones are wet. They’re slimy to the touch and…I can’t hold it anymore.Iactually lean over on the side and retch, throwing up as he grips my foot, trying to bring my it to his face, but I kick and fight as much as I can despite the chains on my feet until he bends that mother fuck back, glaring at me like he’s going to break my foot.

“Be. Still!” he growls and I shake before I stop moving, but my heart beats so fast I feel like I’m going to pass the fuck out when he brings the clipper to my toes. I think he’s going to cut off my toe, so I start kicking again, but he holds me down, clips my toe nail, and let me go. I scramble back as much as I can, damn near wanting to chop off my foot from how nasty it feels…I can still feel him touching me…

I pant, disgusted when I see him holding my toe nail up to his face between two boney fingers, staring at it like it’s the most precious thing in the word.

For a moment, I think he’s going to tuck it into his pocket but no, I watch in fucking horror as this nigga whole ass face cracks open and his nasty ass green tongue riddled with worms dips out and I fucking lie to you not! This nigga dead ass fucking licks it!