She lay silent on the ice-cold cement floor, her face battered and bloody, her wrist lay awkwardly; broken. She whimpered as she slowly opened her eyes, blood pooled and coagulated under her face and stuck to her cheek. Her eyes teared as the pain reminded her of what was happening, her back heaved painfully as she tried to breath, shaking violently as she tried to move.
Boone walked up slowly holding a silver studded belt, snapping it as he walked around her. "Hello Tessa." She gasped and struggled for air, her lungs heavy. She shook as a chill screamed through her stiff body. "It’s time for you to get ready to go home," he announced in a calm voice, she snorted lightly as the blood plugged her nose. Crying out softly as she pushed her shaking head up. "Get up Tessa," Boone said as she whimpered at his feet.
"Pl. Please,” She choked as she stared at his feet.
"GET UP, TESSA!" Boone screamed down at her.
He struck her viciously across her back; she gasped and tensed, holding her breath, screaming painfully as it tore through her shirt. She rolled to her side and brought her arms into her chest, crying hysterically as her body shook in the paralyzing agony. He stepped back and struck her again, she screamed painfully as the warmth of blood ran down her back.
"You killed Seth you tough bitch." He struck her again, she screamed, trying to crawl away from him, and he struck her again, she lay down barely able to breath as she cried pitifully; her eyes glazed with such horrific pain.
Boone walked up to her and dropped the bloody silver studded belt in front of her face, pieces of her skin and her shirt hung bloody from the buckle.
"Does it hurt, Tessa?" He asked her. "That ain't anything, you haven't even began to see pain." She lay her face on the cold cement floor, trembling violently. "You're in hell, Tessa. My fucking hell.” He grabbed her and turned her over as her body bent in a fetal position with her arms clinging to her chest.
"Plea.." she tried to beg.
"SAVE IT! You don’t get off that easy. Every waking moment for the next few hours of your life will be unbearable pain." He announced as he squatted down, and grabbed her hair, she gasped hard then cried out painfully.
"Now we begin.” He grabbed her shirt, and pulled her up to her feet, she swayed disoriented. "You and me baby, day in and day out, hour after hour, just you and me."
He jerked her shirt, and twisted it tight in his fist as tears ran down her sweat soaked face. "I'm… sorry," She choked out hysterically.
He suddenly through her to the wall, she screamed out painfully as she hit it then slid down the wall with a trail of blood. "I've waited a year to cut your pathetic ass apart. Dreamed of this fucking moment when I got you alone."
She pitifully cried out as she tried to sit up; he stood above her, glaring down at her. "Shall we play a game,” he asked in a menacing tone. "My names Boone. I'm going to cut you fucking apart." She screamed in so much terror, she could hardly sit still. She trembled violently as he squatted before her, staring at her coldly.
"You start dying tonight. Are you ready to die?”
"No. no. please," she begged him pitifully.
"You looked so fucking hot on TV. The 9th Day victim...Mmm. How cool is that sweetheart. Your famous baby. Look at you." He gently swiped her hair from her face. "A TV star. I'm going to take your pitiful soul and make it immortal," he softly announced as he reached out, and touched her face, blood gurgling in her lungs with every painful breath. Her skin so wet, and quivered under his caress as she closed her eyes in fear of his touch. His breathing coming in excited pants. "I've watched you,” he said in a deep whisper. "I've waited for you. And you never knew I was there." He got excited, "I was so close to you. So many times. Behind you. Beside you. Almost inside you. You didn't even feel me." He smiled warmly as he ran the back of his hand down her cheek softly. "You and me... imagine that."
"No," Tessa whimpered as she shook her head. "No."
He chuckled, mildly entertained. "But that's how it will be in the end. You and me, Tessa." He slowly took her hand, she struggled as he lifted the mask, and stuck her fingers in his mouth, tasting them.
"Oh god.” She struggled against him crying out hard, pulling her hand away from him hard. He grabbed her wrist hard, and yanked her hand back, she cried out as he tightened his grip.
"Fight me you bitch! Fight me. I want you to. I want you to so bad." He reached down and pulled out a knife sticky with blood, he held it up so she could see it.
"Remember this, Tessa?" she cried out as she gazed upon it. "You killed my boy Seth with this. So I think it's only fair that your blood joins his." She screamed as he struggled with her hand, grabbing her middle finger.
“Should I just skin it? Or Just?” He pushed the blade down on finger, and pulled the blade hard over her finger. “Or cut it?" She screamed pitifully as he deeply sliced her finger. "Are you ready to go again?" he asked and took another finger.
She pulled frantically at her arm, screaming pitifully, begging. "Pl...plea…ease!” She pitifully cried out as he slowly sliced through it; her body wrenching.
"Ouch,” He chuckled as he carefully scraped the blade over her fingers, picking up the blood. "Now that had to hurt."
She cried out hysterically, horrific cries echoing the room as her fingers stung and bled profusely. "Please. I’ll do what ever you want. Please no more...please...just stop," She begged him tearfully, her body rocking in horrific misery.
"Then fight me bitch! I want to hurt you so bad," he barked, and grabbed another finger, rolling the blade around her finger. "Maybe we will cut this one off. Take it right off at the joint or maybe just slice it off one sliver at time.” She screamed violently kicking at him when he suddenly grabbed her hard by the throat, and pinned her to the wall, pointing the tip of the knife into her eye. She froze, whimpering terrified, staring into the point. "Try me bitch," he barked as he put the point under her eye. She shook as it rested on her skin. "I could just, push in, and pop your fucking eye out," he almost whispered as her tears ran down over her pale face; she stared at the blade.
"Go ahead baby...move...I want you to. Give me a reason to pop that pretty little eyeball of yours." He held it steady.
"I'm sorry…I'm sorry," she pleaded helplessly.
"Put your hand up here,” he demanded almost in a whisper.
"No," She whimpered horrified.
"Put your fucking hand up here. Or I'll shove this fucking knife through your pretty little eye." She cringed in horrid agony as she lifted her hand to the knife. "That's my girl. Put it around the blade...careful...you’ll take your own eye out." He cooed as he watched her every move with excitement. Tessa trembled as she wrapped her hand around the blade, he grinned please. “That’s my girl.”
"Pl…please," She pitifully begged him again. “Please Boone! I’ll do what ever you want. Please!”
He chuckled. “Yes, you will sweetheart. Right now you’d blow me if I told you to.” He gently wrapped his hand around hers, and held it tightly to the blade. "And believe me. That thought has crossed my mind." Tessa cringed, crying out as he slowly started to pull the knife out. Skin and flesh slowly slicing open, the knife going deeper and deeper, a scream bellowed out, painfully from her lungs as blood ran heavily down the blade and her wrist.
"OH GOD, PLEASE, PLEASE! STOP!" She screamed pitifully as he slowly pulled the blade along watching her face intently, his arm shaking as he squeezed her hand against it. "PLE. STOP!" She begged, her blood streaming through his fingers, and down his arm. She screamed horrifically, and writhed in unbearable pain as the sound of the blade cut across the bone. "PLEASE. GOD PLEASE STOP." She screamed as he pulled it out of her hand and he held her hand as it shook in his, bleeding profusely down their arms and through his fingers.
He held the knife on his knee, grinning at her as she cried. "I think we hit bone," he said happily. "Wanna go again, Tessa?" She cried hysterically pulling away, as he released her hand, holding it to her chest. "You know… this could take all night...but, I have all night," he announced. "Put your hand on the knife, Tessa."
She cried in unbearable pain, begging him pathetically. "Please don't, no more...please," She begged him.
"NOW TESSA!" He barked cold and deep as he brought up the knife, dripping in her blood. She screamed again as she hid her hand in her chest. Cringing painfully into the floor as he put the knife to her face and pointed it at her mouth. "Let's get rid of that fucking tongue. It‘s starting to fucking annoy me." The tip of the knife rested on her lips. "you choose... or I will!" He yelled jerking the knife at her lips and hit a tooth.
Tessa shook and turned her cheek to the blade, slowly raising her broken wrist. She screamed horrifically as he took it in his hand and put the blade into the palm of her hand.
"You know what to do," he whispered deeply as he let her wrist go; she shook violently as she forced her hand around the blade, crying hysterically. "GOD! GOD," she screamed as she held it in her hand.
"Good girl," he said softly. "Tell me Tessa. What was it like to blow my brothers head off?" He asked as he turned the blade slowly in her hand.
"I don't remember. I swear to god. I don't remember," she begged him watching the knife, horrified.
"Did it get you wet, BITCH! To watch my brother's brains hit the windshield? Watch him fucking die!” He barked.
"I don't remember, I don’t. I'm so sorry," She begged so traumatized she could hardly breathe. She screamed hysterically as he jerked the knife, and she recoiled from the knife, yanking her hand away from it. "Please. Please. .stop,” she begged holding her broken wrist.
He lowered the knife and rubbed his chin under the mask as he gazed down at her broken wrist. "That wrist must really hurt." He rose the knife, and carefully ran the point down the side of her bloody hand to her broken wrist. She tried to protect it, and pull it into her chest. "I wouldn't move if I was you." He said as he continued. "Because I may…" he jabbed the tip in and pulled it sideways, slitting the side of her hand open. "Slip." She screamed, covering the long gash as blood ran heavy from the wound. "Told you not to move." He chuckled as he rested a bloody hand on his knee.
He suddenly glared up at her, and smiled this devious grin, as if a thought had hit him, laying the bloody knife down on his knee. “We should talk Tess,” he said as he sat down and crossed his legs, facing her. She leaned back forcing her body painfully tight to the wall, watching him with so much horror; she shook. “Because lets face it, you won’t be able to much longer,” he said so matter of fact.
Tessa rolled her head and cried painfully as sweat and blood mingling down her pale face and body. “You know, I’m a pretty normal guy outside of this bullshit. But you have amused the hell out of me,” he sighed as he gazed at her. “You are amazingly resilient, stubborn to no end. How is it that you just won’t fucking die?”
“Not for you, not for you,” she choked out miserably.
He grinned, then let out a short chuckled. “Yeah, well baby. Your strength is bleeding out and you will die for me and, for my brother, and all the other lives you cost me and my brother up on that mountain.”
“Never, it will never be for you or them,” she choked out weakly defiant. She swallowed hard, the thick metallic taste of her own blood, sickened her. Bubbles of blood rolling from inside her busted nose.
“You know, you took Matt and Mike and turned them against us. How did you do that?” He asked her softly as he ran a hand up her shaking leg, amused.
He suddenly grabbed her crouch hard, she gasped and fell forward into him as he squeezed and twisted the flesh under her jeans. He glared at her as she writhed in pain against his arm, he shoved her back and got in her face. “WAS IT THIS FUCKING HOLE BETWEEN YOUR LEGS THAT DID IT! IS IT THAT FUCKING GREAT THAT THOSE BOYS BETRAYED US! IS IT TESSA!” He screamed as she turned her face away, writhing her legs and screaming out painfully with all she had inside. He let go and calmly sat back, as she slid down the wall on her side; crying hysterically.
He shook his head, and grabbed her upper arm, pulling her writhing body back up. She slouched painfully against the wall, covering her mouth with a trembling, bloody hand. “I loved him,” she squeaked out painfully. “I loved him,” she gasped out with a trembling voice. “I ,” she stumbled weakly through words. “I, I would of died for him, him.”
Boone stared at her for a moment, and took a deep breath, scratching the back of his head with the bloody knife in his hand. “Well, it’s a little late for that, but how touching now that he’s feeding maggots,” he replied. “But if it makes you feel any better, you’ll be joining him real soon. You and that little bastard of his you’re carrying.”
“My baby,” she choked out painfully.
“What ever, just another piece of you to get rid of.”
“It’s, it’s innocent,” she weakly cried out.
“Yeah, we all were at one time, but life robs you of that quickly,” he replied almost sadly. “But it’s not about me is it?”
Tessa stared petrified as he got up on his feet. Staring down at her as she began to recoil in horror against the blood-streaked wall. He took the knife by the end of the blade and flung it with massive force into a distant wall. Reaching down, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. Her body shaking horribly in a hysterical breakdown.
"It's all about you babe. Every fucking bloody moment until the last fucking moment of you're pathetic life." He said as she struggled against him.
"Please Boone. No more,” She whimpered as she struggled against his hands, his arms so strong.
"That's pathetic. FIGHT HARDER!" He screamed, throwing her across the floor, hitting it hard; rolling to her stomach she laid there, as her body shook in horrific sobs. "GET UP AND FIGHT! YOU’RE ABOUT TO FUCKING DIE YOU STUPID BITCH! FIGHT ME!" He screamed at her, his body shaking in so much hatred as she pushed up painfully to her knees and swayed on them; fighting to remain upwards.
"I can't," she whimpered as blood fell from her lips. "I can't anymore." She weakly sat back on her legs as blood ran down her face, crying pitifully as he stood there staring down at her.
"Fight me. End your pain, Tessa. Stop your suffering and give in!"
"No." She closed her eyes and tears ran hard down her face, mixing with the blood running down her face. More blood ran in stream down her temple and dripped from her cheek to the cold floor. "Stop. Please. No. More," She choked hard thru the cries, as he walked up to her and stood above her, staring down at her coldly. She slowly reached out with a bloody, shaking hand and grabbed his pant leg softly. "Please. No more," She begged as she painfully crawled to his legs with her busted hand curled into her chest.
He stood there silent staring down at her as she curled around his legs, clinging pitifully to him. "You're pathetic. I thought you were tougher than that?" He said as she shook hard with her face buried in his pant leg, crying hysterically in body shaking sobs.
He squatted down, and caressed her head gently, suddenly grabbing her hair, yanking her head back. She screamed pitifully as he glared at her face. He stood up and pulled her up with him to her feet; letting go of her hair, and backed away. She stood swaying, blood dripping from her quivering hand to the floor. She stumbled, and then turned slowly around, gazing at him terrified, as he reached out and touched her face gently; she broke down as his hand touched her. "Come to me Tessa," he whispered.
She was so afraid of him, she didn’t know what to do. "Please. Don’t hurt me. Don't hurt me anymore." She begged him.
"I can inflict more pain. Or I can stop it. You choose?" He said with almost with an compassionate tone in his voice.
"Oh god."
"God has nothing to do with what I'm going to do to you Tessa! Pray all you want. He won’t save you. He can't stop your suffering, but I can."
"Why me?" She begged him. “Why me?”
"Easy baby. You mean nothing to me. Nothing. You're cattle. You're trash. Carver choose you because you were easy prey." Tessa shook violently. "You weren't even the one who was suppose be here, but when Jesse took off. His rage needed a victim… You."
"Why," She begged weakly.
"Because he liked you. You look so much like her but you had so much more passion than that slut ever did.” He sighed a moment before continuing. “You fought back, and it only made him want you more." Tessa shook hard, her eyes darting wildly, her body in shock. "Poor Tessa. Wrong place, right time, played with the boys and teased them. Now we're playing with you," he said menacing. She covered her face in disbelief with a shaking bloody hand. "This is about nothing, it's about you, all about pain and suffering. It’s about getting away with the murder. Your murder."
"I never hurt you. Any of you." She said weakly.
"You killed my brother. You blew his fucking head off!"
Tessa backed into the wall, bending over crying hysterically. "HE WAS KILLING ME!” She screamed with all she had, shaking violently. "He was killing me." She whimpered.
He glared at her. "Your life meant nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing but a waste of fucking air. A waste of fucking space."
"You don't know me. You don't know me," She rattled pitifully weak, shaking her head .
"I know you better than you know yourself. I know what makes you scream. I know your weaknesses. I know what you love and he's fucking dead."
"Matt," she said feeling her stomach almost hurl as she whimpered in so much despair, his face flashed in her suffering brain.
"Yes. Matt."
She shook hard, closing her eyes as tears streamed down her face; crying in pitiful body wrenching sobs. "You have so much grief, Tessa. Do you miss him sweetheart? Does it still hurt inside? Does that baby you’re carrying remind you of him every time it kicks?" He said so soft and full of compassion. Tessa gasped hard, holding her stomach. "Has your baby moved inside you lately, Tessa?"
She shook unsure if it had as she held her stomach. "I don't know," She said so devastated as tears and blood mixed, dripping to the floor.
"Do you love your baby Tessa?" His voice so soothing and his words so tender.
"Yes," she choked out softly.
He smiled at her and cocked his head to one side, watching her carefully. "I can give you a moment of peace in all this pain, Tessa. You just have to come to me. I can ease your suffering... and your baby's suffering."
She shook hard as she glanced up at him. “You’ll hurt me. You'll hurt me." She whimpered and gazed down to the floor, lost.
"It's your choice. You choose. It’s your baby that’s suffering. That poor innocent child you're carrying inside of you. It's paying for your sins. So much pain for something so innocent." He shrugged his shoulders and stood there, waiting patiently. She gasped as her mind swam in torment, knowing no matter her choice, it would all end in pain anyway. But, the baby. She cautiously stepped forward, limping to him so full of pain as she put out a bloody hand; touching his chest. He stood there unmoving, watching her, his eyes growing wild and excited, as she grew closer.
"Please. No. No more," she whimpered and trembled hard.
He slowly opened his arms wide, and stepped back, she cautiously went to him, so terrified she shook.
She came to his chest, laying her head against it, and cried in body shaking sobs. He slowly brought his arms to his sides, and stared down at her as her body shook against his; she closed her eyes, and curled into his chest. His breathing becoming excited as he brought his arms around her, she cried out as he held her to himself for awhile comforting her. “I don’t wanna die. Please. I don’t wanna die.”
"Let’s go Tessa," He whispered softly as he pushed her backwards towards a door, she stumbled weakly and he caught her. “I got you, it‘s ok,” he said as he stopped and softly caressing her back.
She trembled as his hands held her tightly against his chest, and his heartbeat softly pounded against her ear. "Please don't," she whimpered not sure what was he was doing.
"Shh...It’s ok, You‘re so tired baby," He whispered as he began to walk her backwards into an pitch-black room.
"No. No. Ple..." she started to shake as he gently sat her down on an old bed. He walked back, catching the door with his hand and the door slammed shut, she cried out in the darkness.
"Shh. Relax Tessa. You can sleep."
He slowly pulled the mask off his face, and let it drop; she jumped at the sound as it hit the floor, and cried out again. He walked up to her and stood before her, she slowly gazed up at the dark shadow before her.
"Please.” she whimpered.
"Shh.” He slowly touched her head, gently caressing it. "So much pain,” he cooed her as he gazed down at her. She choked and broke down hard under his gentle touch, laying her head against his stomach, shaking. He knelt down in front of her, and gently pushed her hair from her face.
"You're ok," he whispered pulling her to his shoulder. She cried into his neck as she slowly wrapped one arm around his back, he smiled as her blood soaked through his shirt and ran down his back. "There you go. Just relax. That’s my girl," he said caressing her back. "That's my girl."
He pulled back and lifted her face, softly kissing her cheek as she closed her eyes. He moved to her lips and kissed them with care, holding her face as she shook under his lips. "Please,” She whispered as he kissed her.
Boone walked up slowly holding a silver studded belt, snapping it as he walked around her. "Hello Tessa." She gasped and struggled for air, her lungs heavy. She shook as a chill screamed through her stiff body. "It’s time for you to get ready to go home," he announced in a calm voice, she snorted lightly as the blood plugged her nose. Crying out softly as she pushed her shaking head up. "Get up Tessa," Boone said as she whimpered at his feet.
"Pl. Please,” She choked as she stared at his feet.
"GET UP, TESSA!" Boone screamed down at her.
He struck her viciously across her back; she gasped and tensed, holding her breath, screaming painfully as it tore through her shirt. She rolled to her side and brought her arms into her chest, crying hysterically as her body shook in the paralyzing agony. He stepped back and struck her again, she screamed painfully as the warmth of blood ran down her back.
"You killed Seth you tough bitch." He struck her again, she screamed, trying to crawl away from him, and he struck her again, she lay down barely able to breath as she cried pitifully; her eyes glazed with such horrific pain.
Boone walked up to her and dropped the bloody silver studded belt in front of her face, pieces of her skin and her shirt hung bloody from the buckle.
"Does it hurt, Tessa?" He asked her. "That ain't anything, you haven't even began to see pain." She lay her face on the cold cement floor, trembling violently. "You're in hell, Tessa. My fucking hell.” He grabbed her and turned her over as her body bent in a fetal position with her arms clinging to her chest.
"Plea.." she tried to beg.
"SAVE IT! You don’t get off that easy. Every waking moment for the next few hours of your life will be unbearable pain." He announced as he squatted down, and grabbed her hair, she gasped hard then cried out painfully.
"Now we begin.” He grabbed her shirt, and pulled her up to her feet, she swayed disoriented. "You and me baby, day in and day out, hour after hour, just you and me."
He jerked her shirt, and twisted it tight in his fist as tears ran down her sweat soaked face. "I'm… sorry," She choked out hysterically.
He suddenly through her to the wall, she screamed out painfully as she hit it then slid down the wall with a trail of blood. "I've waited a year to cut your pathetic ass apart. Dreamed of this fucking moment when I got you alone."
She pitifully cried out as she tried to sit up; he stood above her, glaring down at her. "Shall we play a game,” he asked in a menacing tone. "My names Boone. I'm going to cut you fucking apart." She screamed in so much terror, she could hardly sit still. She trembled violently as he squatted before her, staring at her coldly.
"You start dying tonight. Are you ready to die?”
"No. no. please," she begged him pitifully.
"You looked so fucking hot on TV. The 9th Day victim...Mmm. How cool is that sweetheart. Your famous baby. Look at you." He gently swiped her hair from her face. "A TV star. I'm going to take your pitiful soul and make it immortal," he softly announced as he reached out, and touched her face, blood gurgling in her lungs with every painful breath. Her skin so wet, and quivered under his caress as she closed her eyes in fear of his touch. His breathing coming in excited pants. "I've watched you,” he said in a deep whisper. "I've waited for you. And you never knew I was there." He got excited, "I was so close to you. So many times. Behind you. Beside you. Almost inside you. You didn't even feel me." He smiled warmly as he ran the back of his hand down her cheek softly. "You and me... imagine that."
"No," Tessa whimpered as she shook her head. "No."
He chuckled, mildly entertained. "But that's how it will be in the end. You and me, Tessa." He slowly took her hand, she struggled as he lifted the mask, and stuck her fingers in his mouth, tasting them.
"Oh god.” She struggled against him crying out hard, pulling her hand away from him hard. He grabbed her wrist hard, and yanked her hand back, she cried out as he tightened his grip.
"Fight me you bitch! Fight me. I want you to. I want you to so bad." He reached down and pulled out a knife sticky with blood, he held it up so she could see it.
"Remember this, Tessa?" she cried out as she gazed upon it. "You killed my boy Seth with this. So I think it's only fair that your blood joins his." She screamed as he struggled with her hand, grabbing her middle finger.
“Should I just skin it? Or Just?” He pushed the blade down on finger, and pulled the blade hard over her finger. “Or cut it?" She screamed pitifully as he deeply sliced her finger. "Are you ready to go again?" he asked and took another finger.
She pulled frantically at her arm, screaming pitifully, begging. "Pl...plea…ease!” She pitifully cried out as he slowly sliced through it; her body wrenching.
"Ouch,” He chuckled as he carefully scraped the blade over her fingers, picking up the blood. "Now that had to hurt."
She cried out hysterically, horrific cries echoing the room as her fingers stung and bled profusely. "Please. I’ll do what ever you want. Please no more...please...just stop," She begged him tearfully, her body rocking in horrific misery.
"Then fight me bitch! I want to hurt you so bad," he barked, and grabbed another finger, rolling the blade around her finger. "Maybe we will cut this one off. Take it right off at the joint or maybe just slice it off one sliver at time.” She screamed violently kicking at him when he suddenly grabbed her hard by the throat, and pinned her to the wall, pointing the tip of the knife into her eye. She froze, whimpering terrified, staring into the point. "Try me bitch," he barked as he put the point under her eye. She shook as it rested on her skin. "I could just, push in, and pop your fucking eye out," he almost whispered as her tears ran down over her pale face; she stared at the blade.
"Go ahead baby...move...I want you to. Give me a reason to pop that pretty little eyeball of yours." He held it steady.
"I'm sorry…I'm sorry," she pleaded helplessly.
"Put your hand up here,” he demanded almost in a whisper.
"No," She whimpered horrified.
"Put your fucking hand up here. Or I'll shove this fucking knife through your pretty little eye." She cringed in horrid agony as she lifted her hand to the knife. "That's my girl. Put it around the blade...careful...you’ll take your own eye out." He cooed as he watched her every move with excitement. Tessa trembled as she wrapped her hand around the blade, he grinned please. “That’s my girl.”
"Pl…please," She pitifully begged him again. “Please Boone! I’ll do what ever you want. Please!”
He chuckled. “Yes, you will sweetheart. Right now you’d blow me if I told you to.” He gently wrapped his hand around hers, and held it tightly to the blade. "And believe me. That thought has crossed my mind." Tessa cringed, crying out as he slowly started to pull the knife out. Skin and flesh slowly slicing open, the knife going deeper and deeper, a scream bellowed out, painfully from her lungs as blood ran heavily down the blade and her wrist.
"OH GOD, PLEASE, PLEASE! STOP!" She screamed pitifully as he slowly pulled the blade along watching her face intently, his arm shaking as he squeezed her hand against it. "PLE. STOP!" She begged, her blood streaming through his fingers, and down his arm. She screamed horrifically, and writhed in unbearable pain as the sound of the blade cut across the bone. "PLEASE. GOD PLEASE STOP." She screamed as he pulled it out of her hand and he held her hand as it shook in his, bleeding profusely down their arms and through his fingers.
He held the knife on his knee, grinning at her as she cried. "I think we hit bone," he said happily. "Wanna go again, Tessa?" She cried hysterically pulling away, as he released her hand, holding it to her chest. "You know… this could take all night...but, I have all night," he announced. "Put your hand on the knife, Tessa."
She cried in unbearable pain, begging him pathetically. "Please don't, no more...please," She begged him.
"NOW TESSA!" He barked cold and deep as he brought up the knife, dripping in her blood. She screamed again as she hid her hand in her chest. Cringing painfully into the floor as he put the knife to her face and pointed it at her mouth. "Let's get rid of that fucking tongue. It‘s starting to fucking annoy me." The tip of the knife rested on her lips. "you choose... or I will!" He yelled jerking the knife at her lips and hit a tooth.
Tessa shook and turned her cheek to the blade, slowly raising her broken wrist. She screamed horrifically as he took it in his hand and put the blade into the palm of her hand.
"You know what to do," he whispered deeply as he let her wrist go; she shook violently as she forced her hand around the blade, crying hysterically. "GOD! GOD," she screamed as she held it in her hand.
"Good girl," he said softly. "Tell me Tessa. What was it like to blow my brothers head off?" He asked as he turned the blade slowly in her hand.
"I don't remember. I swear to god. I don't remember," she begged him watching the knife, horrified.
"Did it get you wet, BITCH! To watch my brother's brains hit the windshield? Watch him fucking die!” He barked.
"I don't remember, I don’t. I'm so sorry," She begged so traumatized she could hardly breathe. She screamed hysterically as he jerked the knife, and she recoiled from the knife, yanking her hand away from it. "Please. Please. .stop,” she begged holding her broken wrist.
He lowered the knife and rubbed his chin under the mask as he gazed down at her broken wrist. "That wrist must really hurt." He rose the knife, and carefully ran the point down the side of her bloody hand to her broken wrist. She tried to protect it, and pull it into her chest. "I wouldn't move if I was you." He said as he continued. "Because I may…" he jabbed the tip in and pulled it sideways, slitting the side of her hand open. "Slip." She screamed, covering the long gash as blood ran heavy from the wound. "Told you not to move." He chuckled as he rested a bloody hand on his knee.
He suddenly glared up at her, and smiled this devious grin, as if a thought had hit him, laying the bloody knife down on his knee. “We should talk Tess,” he said as he sat down and crossed his legs, facing her. She leaned back forcing her body painfully tight to the wall, watching him with so much horror; she shook. “Because lets face it, you won’t be able to much longer,” he said so matter of fact.
Tessa rolled her head and cried painfully as sweat and blood mingling down her pale face and body. “You know, I’m a pretty normal guy outside of this bullshit. But you have amused the hell out of me,” he sighed as he gazed at her. “You are amazingly resilient, stubborn to no end. How is it that you just won’t fucking die?”
“Not for you, not for you,” she choked out miserably.
He grinned, then let out a short chuckled. “Yeah, well baby. Your strength is bleeding out and you will die for me and, for my brother, and all the other lives you cost me and my brother up on that mountain.”
“Never, it will never be for you or them,” she choked out weakly defiant. She swallowed hard, the thick metallic taste of her own blood, sickened her. Bubbles of blood rolling from inside her busted nose.
“You know, you took Matt and Mike and turned them against us. How did you do that?” He asked her softly as he ran a hand up her shaking leg, amused.
He suddenly grabbed her crouch hard, she gasped and fell forward into him as he squeezed and twisted the flesh under her jeans. He glared at her as she writhed in pain against his arm, he shoved her back and got in her face. “WAS IT THIS FUCKING HOLE BETWEEN YOUR LEGS THAT DID IT! IS IT THAT FUCKING GREAT THAT THOSE BOYS BETRAYED US! IS IT TESSA!” He screamed as she turned her face away, writhing her legs and screaming out painfully with all she had inside. He let go and calmly sat back, as she slid down the wall on her side; crying hysterically.
He shook his head, and grabbed her upper arm, pulling her writhing body back up. She slouched painfully against the wall, covering her mouth with a trembling, bloody hand. “I loved him,” she squeaked out painfully. “I loved him,” she gasped out with a trembling voice. “I ,” she stumbled weakly through words. “I, I would of died for him, him.”
Boone stared at her for a moment, and took a deep breath, scratching the back of his head with the bloody knife in his hand. “Well, it’s a little late for that, but how touching now that he’s feeding maggots,” he replied. “But if it makes you feel any better, you’ll be joining him real soon. You and that little bastard of his you’re carrying.”
“My baby,” she choked out painfully.
“What ever, just another piece of you to get rid of.”
“It’s, it’s innocent,” she weakly cried out.
“Yeah, we all were at one time, but life robs you of that quickly,” he replied almost sadly. “But it’s not about me is it?”
Tessa stared petrified as he got up on his feet. Staring down at her as she began to recoil in horror against the blood-streaked wall. He took the knife by the end of the blade and flung it with massive force into a distant wall. Reaching down, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. Her body shaking horribly in a hysterical breakdown.
"It's all about you babe. Every fucking bloody moment until the last fucking moment of you're pathetic life." He said as she struggled against him.
"Please Boone. No more,” She whimpered as she struggled against his hands, his arms so strong.
"That's pathetic. FIGHT HARDER!" He screamed, throwing her across the floor, hitting it hard; rolling to her stomach she laid there, as her body shook in horrific sobs. "GET UP AND FIGHT! YOU’RE ABOUT TO FUCKING DIE YOU STUPID BITCH! FIGHT ME!" He screamed at her, his body shaking in so much hatred as she pushed up painfully to her knees and swayed on them; fighting to remain upwards.
"I can't," she whimpered as blood fell from her lips. "I can't anymore." She weakly sat back on her legs as blood ran down her face, crying pitifully as he stood there staring down at her.
"Fight me. End your pain, Tessa. Stop your suffering and give in!"
"No." She closed her eyes and tears ran hard down her face, mixing with the blood running down her face. More blood ran in stream down her temple and dripped from her cheek to the cold floor. "Stop. Please. No. More," She choked hard thru the cries, as he walked up to her and stood above her, staring down at her coldly. She slowly reached out with a bloody, shaking hand and grabbed his pant leg softly. "Please. No more," She begged as she painfully crawled to his legs with her busted hand curled into her chest.
He stood there silent staring down at her as she curled around his legs, clinging pitifully to him. "You're pathetic. I thought you were tougher than that?" He said as she shook hard with her face buried in his pant leg, crying hysterically in body shaking sobs.
He squatted down, and caressed her head gently, suddenly grabbing her hair, yanking her head back. She screamed pitifully as he glared at her face. He stood up and pulled her up with him to her feet; letting go of her hair, and backed away. She stood swaying, blood dripping from her quivering hand to the floor. She stumbled, and then turned slowly around, gazing at him terrified, as he reached out and touched her face gently; she broke down as his hand touched her. "Come to me Tessa," he whispered.
She was so afraid of him, she didn’t know what to do. "Please. Don’t hurt me. Don't hurt me anymore." She begged him.
"I can inflict more pain. Or I can stop it. You choose?" He said with almost with an compassionate tone in his voice.
"Oh god."
"God has nothing to do with what I'm going to do to you Tessa! Pray all you want. He won’t save you. He can't stop your suffering, but I can."
"Why me?" She begged him. “Why me?”
"Easy baby. You mean nothing to me. Nothing. You're cattle. You're trash. Carver choose you because you were easy prey." Tessa shook violently. "You weren't even the one who was suppose be here, but when Jesse took off. His rage needed a victim… You."
"Why," She begged weakly.
"Because he liked you. You look so much like her but you had so much more passion than that slut ever did.” He sighed a moment before continuing. “You fought back, and it only made him want you more." Tessa shook hard, her eyes darting wildly, her body in shock. "Poor Tessa. Wrong place, right time, played with the boys and teased them. Now we're playing with you," he said menacing. She covered her face in disbelief with a shaking bloody hand. "This is about nothing, it's about you, all about pain and suffering. It’s about getting away with the murder. Your murder."
"I never hurt you. Any of you." She said weakly.
"You killed my brother. You blew his fucking head off!"
Tessa backed into the wall, bending over crying hysterically. "HE WAS KILLING ME!” She screamed with all she had, shaking violently. "He was killing me." She whimpered.
He glared at her. "Your life meant nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing but a waste of fucking air. A waste of fucking space."
"You don't know me. You don't know me," She rattled pitifully weak, shaking her head .
"I know you better than you know yourself. I know what makes you scream. I know your weaknesses. I know what you love and he's fucking dead."
"Matt," she said feeling her stomach almost hurl as she whimpered in so much despair, his face flashed in her suffering brain.
"Yes. Matt."
She shook hard, closing her eyes as tears streamed down her face; crying in pitiful body wrenching sobs. "You have so much grief, Tessa. Do you miss him sweetheart? Does it still hurt inside? Does that baby you’re carrying remind you of him every time it kicks?" He said so soft and full of compassion. Tessa gasped hard, holding her stomach. "Has your baby moved inside you lately, Tessa?"
She shook unsure if it had as she held her stomach. "I don't know," She said so devastated as tears and blood mixed, dripping to the floor.
"Do you love your baby Tessa?" His voice so soothing and his words so tender.
"Yes," she choked out softly.
He smiled at her and cocked his head to one side, watching her carefully. "I can give you a moment of peace in all this pain, Tessa. You just have to come to me. I can ease your suffering... and your baby's suffering."
She shook hard as she glanced up at him. “You’ll hurt me. You'll hurt me." She whimpered and gazed down to the floor, lost.
"It's your choice. You choose. It’s your baby that’s suffering. That poor innocent child you're carrying inside of you. It's paying for your sins. So much pain for something so innocent." He shrugged his shoulders and stood there, waiting patiently. She gasped as her mind swam in torment, knowing no matter her choice, it would all end in pain anyway. But, the baby. She cautiously stepped forward, limping to him so full of pain as she put out a bloody hand; touching his chest. He stood there unmoving, watching her, his eyes growing wild and excited, as she grew closer.
"Please. No. No more," she whimpered and trembled hard.
He slowly opened his arms wide, and stepped back, she cautiously went to him, so terrified she shook.
She came to his chest, laying her head against it, and cried in body shaking sobs. He slowly brought his arms to his sides, and stared down at her as her body shook against his; she closed her eyes, and curled into his chest. His breathing becoming excited as he brought his arms around her, she cried out as he held her to himself for awhile comforting her. “I don’t wanna die. Please. I don’t wanna die.”
"Let’s go Tessa," He whispered softly as he pushed her backwards towards a door, she stumbled weakly and he caught her. “I got you, it‘s ok,” he said as he stopped and softly caressing her back.
She trembled as his hands held her tightly against his chest, and his heartbeat softly pounded against her ear. "Please don't," she whimpered not sure what was he was doing.
"Shh...It’s ok, You‘re so tired baby," He whispered as he began to walk her backwards into an pitch-black room.
"No. No. Ple..." she started to shake as he gently sat her down on an old bed. He walked back, catching the door with his hand and the door slammed shut, she cried out in the darkness.
"Shh. Relax Tessa. You can sleep."
He slowly pulled the mask off his face, and let it drop; she jumped at the sound as it hit the floor, and cried out again. He walked up to her and stood before her, she slowly gazed up at the dark shadow before her.
"Please.” she whimpered.
"Shh.” He slowly touched her head, gently caressing it. "So much pain,” he cooed her as he gazed down at her. She choked and broke down hard under his gentle touch, laying her head against his stomach, shaking. He knelt down in front of her, and gently pushed her hair from her face.
"You're ok," he whispered pulling her to his shoulder. She cried into his neck as she slowly wrapped one arm around his back, he smiled as her blood soaked through his shirt and ran down his back. "There you go. Just relax. That’s my girl," he said caressing her back. "That's my girl."
He pulled back and lifted her face, softly kissing her cheek as she closed her eyes. He moved to her lips and kissed them with care, holding her face as she shook under his lips. "Please,” She whispered as he kissed her.
