Milanas PoV

Dylan drove back home. I saw in the back seat with my milkshake. Like a little child. Which made me wonder, Dylan wanted to me a master and treated me like a child. Maybe he had some control issues. Never had much power or control as a child and longed for it so he turned into this.

Maybe

I don't know I'm not a psychiatrist its just an idea. We drove back along the road and I couldn't help but notice a weird protruding smell. It wasn't strong but it was noticeable.

"I had a dream with you in last night" Dylan said, braking the weird silence. My mind differed from the smell and went to Dylan "we were in a forest, and you where some Angel" he laughed with a sort and looked out his window.

Well at least I looked good in his dream. An angel. I wonder what that meant. And a forest? I was tying to work out what his dream could mean but again he decided to talk to me

"I'm not like some horror movie bad guy okay, I'm not going to lock you in my basement and pretend to me your brother, no. Mainly because I'm not the bad guy from the horror movie, I'm the director" he said

What did he mean. I felt shivers run down my body. Dylan brought the car to a sudden stop and I got sent flying forwards. I yelped in pain, lucky the lid was on my drink, but that belt thing went straight into my stomach.

I felt a sharp pounding pain on my stomach. I looked down and saw that blood was starting to form on my shirt.

Oh shit

I lifted up the shirt to look at my stomach and I saw that the metal strap had pieced into my stomach. I started to freak out and did all I knew to do. Apply pressure.

I started to cry but kept it quiet. I gritted my teeth and twisted my neck around

"Yeah that happens sometimes" Dylan said like it was nothing as he turned a corner. My body turned a he did and the thing went deeper into my stomach. I yelped in pain and started to breath heavier

I pressed my hand into my stomach to try and add some pressure and stop the bleeding to the best I could. Blood was seeping between my hands and I was freaking the fuck out

"I need to go to a hospital" I begged as more of the red liquid escaped

"You'll be fine, it's happened before, you just need a bandage" he said so casually. I didn't know how to even think of a response to that.

It had fucken happened before? He said this was new which meant his last victim wasn't recent. And how to fuck would a bandage fix this.

"Take it off at least" I said again, though gritted teeth, trying to deal with the pain

"I'm driving, just hold on" he said slightly irritated. I started to breath more deeply and more tears ran down my cheek. The pain was increasing. I pushed my hands harder into my stomach and looked out the window, trying to see if we were any closer to his cabin.

Dylan made another sharp turn and my head went crashing into the window.

I yelped but then started to feel my vision good a little fuzzy and my brain feel numb. I looked down and saw the blood come out before my eyes closed into darkness.