Little girl

I fell asleep to the calming sound of rain. I woke up to a strong scent of blood.

Something warm was running down my left leg. I think he drugged me again. I manage to gather enough strength to look and see what the injury was. I'm bleeding hysterically. I hear once again the jingle of keys attempting to unlock the door. I look down really closely to see what is on my leg. It has letters. Letters are written on my leg. I can't see what it says, but once I realize it's there, I can't seem to not feel the pain again. I'm losing a lot of blood. There's about a pint of blood under the chair. Someone walks in. Not the man I remember from last night, but another man. He is also wearing black ripped jeans and a black striped shirt. He walks in, careful not to make any noise. He comes closer to me. So close I could smell his breath. His breath smelled of mint. "Little girl, I don't know who you are, but my name is Tyler. I'm not the one who kidnapped you so don't worry about that. I'm the little brother he was talking about." He said, still managing to keep his face so close to mine. I am panicked at this point. I I probably can guess what he wants from me, but I can't seem to pull my eyes from his. He stands up and walks to a little table, hidden from plain sight. He grabs a towel and carries it towards me. "I noticed you are bleeding. My brother seems to like to do this to girls. I'll go ahead and clean it and put it in a bandage. Just try to relax." He takes a bottle of something that really smells. He pours it on my leg. If my body was not awake then, it is now. I scream out in pain, ( as much as I can with this tape on), my heart racing so fast. But I still can't cry. Tyler takes the towel and puts it on the wound. He cleans it, and that gave m full access to see what it says. Oh my god. It has the other mans name on my leg. His name must be Skylar. It's carved really big on my leg. After I get out of here, I'm going to need stitches. Tyler grimaces at the sight of his brothers name on my leg. He looks up at me with these eyes, that tell me he doesn't want to hurt me, and says, "I can't seem to understand why he would do this. He doesn't do this to any other girl. I've seen the way he looks at you. It makes me sick that that's all he wants from you. But I don't. I am the one who let the other girls escape. They didn't tell on me because I helped them. I can help you too, and I will."