Dedicated to LocalBookworm- for being really great and inspiring me to go on and ella11boo12 - For being my one friend in school to be able to talk about gory stuff and horror (especially when we were talking about it in history near xmas!)

Remember: Itallics - him
Underlined itallics-Liam / Logan 2.0

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She approached him slowly, the knife dangling from her hand.

Logan's eyes widened in fear.

"Now, now Dearie, you shouldn't be scared!" She drawled again.

He held his breath.

"Logan. You should be terrified!"

She brought the knife up to his neck.

"How does it feel? Are you scared? Do you feel sad? Full of rage?"

Logan was still silent. All you could hear was his soft breathing.

She dug the knife in a little more, "Why don't you talk a little, Logan? Do you have a death wish?"

He was wheezing softly, blood started to run down his neck.
It started to sting painfully.

She removed the blade from his neck, placing it on his leg instead.
"Why don't I help you talk then?"
She smiled maliciously.

Bringing the knife up, Logan's eyes were glued to it. She brought it down, stabbing it into his thigh, and twisting it around a bit.

Logan let out a horrible twisted scream as she dug it in further, blood spurting out onto her and pouring out of the top of his thigh.

He was squirming around, still tightly chained to the seat, the chians startes to dig in. As she left it in, " And so, now you talk! Well, scream.
How does that feel Logan?
That pain? The ache in your leg? That strange feeling of the knife?"

She grabbed and dug another one into his other thigh, and Logan's screams got louder.

She grabbed another knife, and grabbed his arm, pushing and bending so much, it untill a satisfying couple of 'cracks' could be heard. And then she jammed that knife into the same shoulder, as Logan howled in pain.

"Now for the real fun to begin!"

For hours she punched and kicked and hit and stabbed and beat and cursed at him, and us he still didn't speak.

The knives were still in his legs, his trousers soaked in crimson, that dripped slowly onto the floor.

She cried out in joy, as blood splattered across her.
"Logan!
Why won't you speak?" She whined.

He was in a trance like state, once again.

Isn't this fun Logan?

N-n-n-no. . .

But look at all the fun she's having!

He finally lifted his head up a bit, looking around at the state he was in.

There were nails in his hands. The knives were still dug in his thighs - going all the way into the chair, the dark crimson still pouring out. His body was beaten and bruised, scratches littered his arms, red marks across his chest. Logan was still limp in the chair. Unwilling to move and unwilling to do anything.

Hey Logan?

Why don't we join in?

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