http://i1346.photobucket.com/albums/p693/AnthonyLayton90/Blood_zpsc90ac922.gifMilanas PoV

Dylan covered my eyes and carried me all the way to a chair

He sat me down and put something over my head. It went though my arms and I could feel like adjust it on my stomach. It felt like an harness or life jacket. Dylan pulled on something behind it causing me to get winded slightly by the sudden tightening.

Dylan then uncovered my eyes and there to my horror was the blond haired girl.

She had tears streaming down her face and her hands tied back behind the chair. I looked down at myself to see I had a harness on which on the back had a hook which was attached to some bungee line which was attached to the wall. I think Dylan did so so I was tied to a chair yet was able to move around but was resisted

Like a bird chained in a field

I could get up and try to help her but in reality I'd be dragged further away.

Great.

Dylan walked up and behind the girl

"Act 1" he said as he walked over to his kitchen Area. He went behind the counter and then started to wheel out a trolley with a cloth over it. I tensed my neck as he brought it closer to her.

"Dylan, don't hurt her please you can hurt me just let her go" I started to beg. Dylan just looked up at me

"But Melanie, remember I'm doing this so you feel better, I mean you learn a lesson, milana"

He said darkly. But wait what?

Melanie? Who's Melanie? Did he honesty just mess up my name, or was he talking to the girl, but I don't see why he'd have directed that to the girl? And why did he start it off as a to feel better thing. Feel better about what?

He was deranged that's why he talks weird.

Dylan straightened up the trolly and pulled back the cloth

Knifes and needles and drills and various horrific instruments laid out on display. I clenched my teeth and I saw the girl began to wiggly around more.

Muffled screams escaping though the tape on her mouth

Dylan lifted up a curved knife and then wrapped his arms around her shoulder. He was leaning on her like she was a rest and had the knife dangling in her vision. Dylan looked up at me

"People are allowed to talk, don't take their voice away" Dylan said as he placed his hand on the tape and sharply ripped it away. The girls screamed and cried now filled the room and caused more tears to roll down my face "people are also allowed to restrict others from saying the wrong, without taking their voice away"

Dylan said as he grabbed hold of the girls jaw and stuck a hand in her mouth so she wasn't able to close it. He then took his hand from her jaw and pressed the knife again the side of her mouth. The girl began to move her head around violently at first, but becuase Dylan had the knife to the side of the mouth it cut her so he stopped. Dylan laughed slightly before pushing the curved knife up the side of her mouth. Cutting though the flesh on her cheek.

Blood instantly began to run down the side of her mouth. She wasn't screaming as loud since she couldn't.

Dylan cut up until the knife wouldn't curve anymore then moved onto the neck cheek. His sharp blades slowly ripping though the muscle and tissue inside and causing the red liquid she stored to come rolling out.

I felt sick and disgusted. I didn't even know how to react. I just sat and watched

"She's still able to use her voice, but she won't, because she doesn't want the pain that comes with it" Dylan said.

He then frozen for a second

Dylan's PoV

She didn't stand up to him because she was scared that her voice would caused her more pain from him

Milanas PoV

Dylan snapped out of it and walked back around to her. Blood was just rushing down her face and pouring into her cloths.

I could see the girls eyes had widened slightly and I'm sure she was going to go in shock

She was sat shivering and bleeding. Like me.

Dylan put the bloody knife back down and looked around in his trolly of torture

"So many possiblitys, but it's like cooking a take away, each one has to go in at a set time from the other so they all good together, I need to make sure I use a sequence that won't kill her fast" he said to himself but loud enough for me and her to both hear

Dylan started to lift up the drill

"Now, milana here likes to run, she's tried a few times, in fact your first introduction with her was when she tried to run away, yet again" Dylan said to the girl who's eyes were burning on me. "So let's show why she needs to stop" he said as he moved around the the front of her. Drill still in hand.

I didn't know what he was planning on doing but it didn't make me any less tense. Dylan slowly brought the drill to her knee cap.

Then I realised what he was doing.

Dylan pressed his finger down onto the switch for the drill and soon it began to make a noise and I could see the nail begin to turn.

The most painful thing that could happen to a person.

Dylan brought the drill to her knee cap and instantly her mouth shot up as I herd the sound of the nail wirling it's away though the bone.

She began screaming and with her slit mouth blood was started to fly about and fleshly parts of her cheek where wobbling around.

I herd her begin to gargle on the blood that was running into her mouth. Dylan confined to drill deeper and deeper into her knee. The screeching noise was making my teeth cringe.

I couldn't take it away more.

I got up out of m seat and started to make my way over to Dylan. I wasn't going to allow the bungee cord to hold me back. I was stronger that it.

I started to rush over to Dylan. Dylan dropped drilling her knee and turned to me. I could feel the force of the bungee pulling me back and the harness digging deeper into my body causing a crushing feeling but I didn't care.

"Stop it now" I said harshly, trying to stand a ground. Dylan laughed slightly and moved the drill to the other knee

I pulled even harder to try and get close enough to pull the drill from his hands. I was putting all I had into reaching its limits but it wasn't allowing me to go further.

Dylan turned on the drill then turned to me. He put his other hand out to my stomach and pushed.

That one push caused me to get dragged backwards

I ended up falling over and the cord and all the pressure I had build up on it to just pulled me towards the wall.

I herd the drill and I herd her gastly cries.

I felt weak. I was in pain and full of so much anger and remorse it was unbearable. I looked up at Dylan from my fallen position and watched at he finished of drilling into her knee. Blood was running down her legs and I didn't even want to look up at her face.

Dylan finished drilling then stood himself up. He then put the drill down and started to walk over to me. He unclipped the bungee and carried me back over to the chair and sat me back down. He then clipped the cord back on

"We can stop playing now if you want, I can see my work is done, just let me finish my show first" Dylan whispered into my ear. I felt chills run up my spoke which triggered my tears

I began to just cry. I was scared and tramasied. I wanted Dylan to just stop.

Dylan stood up behind the girl

"No, I can see that my lovely assistant is started to fade away" Dylan said as he placed his hands either side of her head and shook slightly. I could see her pale face start to lose to light and her eyes just stay locked in the socket

She was done.

I herd somewhere that when you put someone though so much torture they just zone out and escape to another world.

I think she was border line there. Maybe even dead. But then again maybe that happened to Dylan.

He's seems so zoned out from reality, to be able to do that to another person just shows how much he's not in reality. Maybe I could use that against him.

Hopefully I'll be able to break him down before he brakes me now

"Now for out final act, which should finish her off enough we shall need our lovely friend, the mini knife" Dylan said. He lifted up a small knife and showed it to me. I didn't even want to watch

Dylan placed the knife at the top of her forehead and to an angle. He then stabbed it in upwards and then began to slice to the side.

The girl didn't even flinch. I could tell she was gone. Dylan had managed to destroy her in less then 3 moves.

He sliced all. The way to her ear and behind, his knife going all the way up into her scalped so much I could ever now and then hear it scrape the skull

Blood was trickling down her face and with her eyes burning into mine it made me want to scream.

Dylan took the knife out and then started cutting down the other side of her face so all her forehead and behind the ears was cut.

Dylan then placed the knife into his mouth before then getting his fingers and sticking them into the cuts he had made and then started to pull back at her scalp.

I watched as the blood poured and the flesh sectioned and all that fun stuff came onto show.

Dylan began to pull back wards and I could see her skull showing though the thin layer of blood.

I couldn't keep it inside any longer so I allowed the content of my stomach to roll out of my mouth and all over myself but that wasn't fazing me.

Dylan got the knife back out from his mouth and started to crave his way though difficult parts and though the rest of her skin.

Once Dylan had removed her scalp and had cut it free from the rest of her he lifted it up.

Blood was just pouring out over her body and I just stared at the exposed skull. But what disturbed me the most Was that her chest was still rising.

She was still alive.

Dylan began to wasle over to me. Hair and skin in hand

"You know, you'd suit being blond" he said before lowering the bloody skin hat on my head.

I could feel the warmth trickle down my neck.

Dylan stood back and looked at me. I began to shake as the vile in my stomach rose.

It was all too much. I had seem too much.

More vomit came spewing out my mouth and it splattered over Dylan this time. All I saw was his disgusting smirk before everything went black.

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