He walked up to you and took the rag out of you mouth, he smirked.

You thought for a moment, you smirk as the tears on your face dry.

Chucky smirks back at you and began walking away.

Chucky blinked at you, he thought for a moment before looking back to you,

You were still strapped to the chair, it was already night. You had no food, no water. 

The most thing that he found entertaining was when you'd beg to go to the restroom. 

you raise an eyebrow.

he eyed you boredly. 

You put your lips in a straight line before clearing your throat,

You eyed him while he went to your kitchen. 

In hopes that he would bring you, at least, something to drink, that 25% hope demolished in the matter of seconds as you heard him pour himself a glass of something. 

you yell, not being able to see him.

He finally appears in your sight, leaning against the table's chair. 

The beverage looked like orange juice and that only made you crave something to drink even more. 

he smirks in your direction, keeping his eyes on you as he drinks some of the juice. 

Right before you were going to reply, he spoke again. he laughed at his own joke, going away from your view again, rummaging through drawers. 

You roll your eyes, your wrists feeling numb from the scarfs wrapped tight around them,

he didn't wait for a response.

Looking over to where he was, you assume he's busy looking through your stuff so you try to get yourself free from the scarfs. 

Deciding to distract, you say cheesy pick up lines to see if he has any sense of humor.

you cringe at yourself and question your life decisions. 

He didn't laugh, he continued looking through the fridge and many other places. 

In other words, he's ignoring you. 

'Think, think, what's one that he will respond to?' 

you wait for a moment, still trying to get out of the scarfs. 

Everything then went silent,

'Should I stop?' you think, making a real life decision if death was the best choice right now. 

you hear him yell and then your eyes go wide as you see him charge at you with a knife. 

Before he got to you, you kicked his legs and the knife dropped by your feet. 

He tried to get up, but you kicked him hard in the face, making his stubby body nearly fly across the room. 

Taking the advantage, you use your feet to grab the knife. 

Your adrenaline hyped up as you saw him get back up. 

He ran back into the kitchen and, not to your surprise, he came rushing out with another knife. 

Your heart nearly fell out of your chest as you struggled to reach for the knife. 

Looking up, you don't see him anymore. 

Your chair creaks as you turn to try to find him. 

Just as you faced the front again, he lodged the knife in your left leg. 

You screamed in pain as he laughed in amusement. 

He pulled out the knife just to lodge it into your other leg. 

A single tear escaped your eye as your leg began to throb around the knife. 

You huffed out as you looked down to him, eyebrows scrunched together. 

he took the knife out of you, making you yell again,

Your chest lifted up and down with every breath. 

You can feel the blood drip down both of your legs. 

He put a finger to his chin before shrugging his shoulders,

You sigh, letting your head drop, looking back up to him you inhale deeply,

he smirked,

You gave him a bitch face,

he pointed the knife at you,Once again, he didn't let you reply.

he said and began walking away. 

you left your mouth slightly ajar. 

He turned around and laughed,

He walks up to you,

You rolled your eyes, you gestured towards the Chucky poster on your wall and the movies that you have. 

He smirked,

Without another word, he cut the scarfs off of you. 

Standing, you fell right back down with pain. 

he asked. 

You gave him, yet again, another bitch face.

He thought for a moment,the grip on the knife he was holding tightened. 

sighing, you point down the hall,

He didn't say thank you, just went down the hall. 

But then he caught you surprise when he turned around and asked,