CHAPTER 11: This one is mine

CAUTION: "Please note that the following content contains graphic and disturbing scenes of violence, torture, and mature themes, and reader discretion is advised."

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As the axe sliced through Ken's hand, he let out a blood-curdling scream, his eyes wide with agony and terror. Chris's face was splattered with blood, but he didn't flinch, his expression remaining calm and collected. He seemed to be savoring the moment, enjoying the sound of Ken's screams and the sight of his blood.

Leona, too, seemed to be reveling in the violence, her smile growing wider as she watched Ken's hand fall to the floor. She leaned in closer, "can I go at it to boss?" She asked, like a little kid asking for extra candy, her eyes gleaming with excitement, as Chris raised the axe again, ready to strike. "No Leona, this one is mine".

Ken's screams grew louder, more desperate, as he realized that he was about to suffer a prolonged and agonizing death. He tried to beg for mercy, to plead with Chris to spare his life, but his words were lost in the midst of his own screams.

Chris, however, seemed to be in no hurry, taking his time to savor the moment, to enjoy the fear and terror that he was inspiring in Ken. He raised the axe again, and again, each blow striking true, cutting through Ken's flesh like butter.

The room was filled with the sound of Ken's screams, the smell of blood and sweat hanging heavy in the air. Chris and Leona were the only ones who seemed to be enjoying themselves, their faces twisted into cruel smiles as they watched Ken suffer.

As the torture continued, Ken's screams grew weaker, his body beginning to shut down from the pain and the shock. Chris, however, seemed to be just getting started, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic light as he raised the axe again, ready to deliver the final blow.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything was over. Ken's body slumped forward, his head hitting the floor with a sickening thud. Chris and Leona stood over him, their chests heaving with exertion, their faces still twisted into cruel smiles.

For a moment, there was silence, the only sound the heavy breathing of the two torturers. And then, Chris spoke, his voice low and menacing. "That was just the beginning," he said, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "We have a lot more work to do, and I'm just getting started."

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It had been two weeks since Chris threatened me about picking up his call. I had been on edge for two weeks, dreading the moment my phone would ring, but surprisingly, I hadn't received a single text or call from him. We hadn't even crossed paths in class, which made me wonder if he was just bluffing. I pushed the thoughts of Chris aside and focused on getting ready for a night out with my girls. Classes had resumed, and our schedules were packed, but we had decided to take a break and attend a party on Friday.

As I got dressed, I chose a pair of jean shorts, a crop top, and a jacket to wear over it, paired with black sneakers. Mia and Sarah opted for jean trousers and crop tops, with Sarah adding a jean jacket to her outfit, while Mia decided to go without one. After Mia finished our makeup, Sarah expressed her concern about Mia's decision to go jacket-less. "Aren't you going to get cold?" Sarah asked, to which Mia responded with a smirk, "I'll just have to find a guy to lend me his jacket then."

We left the house, hailed a cab, and headed to the party, which was being hosted by Mia's course mate. As we drove, I gazed out the window, taking in the darkness of the night. Over the past two weeks, Sarah had seemed okay, and we hadn't discussed JK much. I wasn't sure if she was genuinely over him or just pretending to be. My mind began to wander back to Chris and our last encounter, but I quickly pushed the thoughts aside.

We arrived at the party in no time, and the house was already buzzing with activity. The frat house was lit up, and people were scattered all over the porch, with some couples making out in the corners. We chatted and laughed as we entered the house, excitement radiating from our faces as we prepared to let loose and have fun. "Let's go get some drinks!" I screamed over the loud music, and we made our way through the crowd to the counter where the drinks were being served.

A handsome guy with dirty blonde hair, who was serving the drinks, caught our attention and asked, "What can I get you ladies?" His eyes locked onto Mia's, and she smiled flirtily, "Surprise us!" He smirked and began mixing a variety of drinks, and I lost count of how many different liquids he added. He handed us each a cup and said, "Enjoy." Mia stayed behind to chat with the bartender, who was probably a student at our school, while Sarah and I took our drinks and found a spot to stand and finish them before hitting the dance floor.

As we sipped our drinks, I turned to Sarah and screamed over the music, "Now you won't have to worry!" She looked at me, confused, and asked, "What do you mean?" I pointed to the bartender and said, "I mean, that guy! He's wearing a jacket!" It took Sarah a moment to understand, and then she laughed, saying, "Oh, you're right!" We both laughed, feeling the effects of the alcohol.

After finishing her drink, Sarah excused herself to go to the bathroom, telling me to stay put so she could find me when she returned. I watched her climb the stairs and then felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out to see a message from Chris: "Those shorts though." My heart skipped a beat as I read the message, and I couldn't help but wonder what he wanted.