Thread: Psycho (Kaigen and AndNich123)

The car moved, forcing her to roll towards the taillights. She bumpe her head as she wasnt able to brace. Mumbling obscenities, she winced, wanting to rub her aching head. Had she been free, she thought about trying to punch out one of the tail lights so she could try and attract attention to his car. With her in the trunk, he would have had a tough time trying to explain the bound woman. No, her mind quickly snapped shut. Think of your sister. Hes already proven hes ready to dispose of you. You cant take that risk. So in silence she rested her head down and waited for the ride to end, for the man who had taken her to emerge, and to find out exactly what her fate was. He drove for what seemed like forever. She was able to keep basic sense of direction for the few turns, but as time passed, she became more and more confused, uncertain about where she could possibly be. Miles outside of the city? Where is he going? Finally he brought the car to a halt. She held her breath, listening. He climbed from the car. The door slammed shut, and she heard his footsteps coming around. Almost here. Mentally she braced for him. Phsycially there was only so much she could do. The trunk opened, and there he stood, towering over her. Tessa didnt speak. If he wanted her to, she was sure he would let her know. She didnt want to run the risk of making him angry. Without any idea where she was, she was certain no one would find her body if he decided to end her right then and there. The only good thing about him speaking was his reassurance she would see her sister soon as he led her down stairs. Stairs. This isnt good. Stairs lead to basements. Bad things happen in basements. These stairs lead her to a room where she saw her sister. Just as the picture had shown, she was hanging from the ceiling. Tessa stared in shock at her sisters motionless body. Cammie, she whispered. The collar locked around her neck. She looked around, stunned that he had done it. Once her wrists were freed, she pulled at the collar, a feeble attempt to remove it, before stepping as far as the chain would allow towards her sister. She watched as he lowered Cammie and offered her water. Cammie groaned softly before taking the water. Her tired eyes opened, only seeing John. She became aware her feet were on the floor, and she was no longer dangling precariously from the ceiling. The dull ache in her arms would not leave her though. Her muscles had been stretched, pushed to new limits, and even now, as they were allowed to rest, she would feel the abuse they had suffered. Cusisoity filled her eyes as he spoke. Then he spoke her name. Her sisters name. Cammies eyes darted over, across the room to see her sister. Then it came back to her. He had told her he was going to get her. She had begged him to let her take her sisters place. Now her sister was here, and because of how she treated him, he was still going to rape her and.kill her. Cammie pulled her head back away from the water bottle, wanting to speak. You.shot him? She was angry that John had still brought her here. Cammie would have taken her sisters place, but to choice to go get Tessa was out of her hands. Knowing what he was going to do to her, Tessa still shot him? Why would you do that? You knew.he had me, and you still.shot him? Why Tessa? How could you do this? Youve condemned me to die now! Tessa looked away, unable to face her sister. What she was saying was true. John said he was going to let go, but no. Because of her actions, she would suffer the ultimate price. Please, she began to beg. Dont kill her. You said it yourself. Shes a good girl who doesnt deserve this. Let me take her place. Please. I wont fight you or try to get away. I promise. Ill sign it in blood if I have to. Just.let my sister go. Shes the only good thing in my life. Dont hurt her.