"Eat! We have a busy night ahead of us and you're going to need all the energy that you can get so you can keep up with me" He says but I shake my head. "I'm not hungry. I'm too excited to wait and eat" I whisper to him and I can see how his face lights up by my words. I would do anything to make sure that I don't eat what is on that plate, even if that means selling what is rest of me but I will not do this to Mark. He did not deserve that, but it still makes me sick that he actually ate his brother and is all right with doing something like that.

"It's such a lovely evening and I'm having a hard time even waiting" I say to even further convince him. His face is excited and it makes me sick to have to even do this and I hate myself for even doing this but I have to remember that I'm not only doing this for Mark but myself as well as Steel. He's coming for me. I can feel it and soon this will all be over and I will be safe and sound and I will be with him.

I think that it's getting harder to even breathe in here, not only because the scent of what is on the plate still linger sin the air which further makes me want to throw up but there is also a horrible feeling inside me of me and I can't believe that I'm actually doing this. "I don't want to keep up with you, I want you to use me in every way possible" I speak and his face is glowing so bright and it's so disgusting to even have to speak those lies.

Lying has never been what I have liked to do but sometimes I find that it is necessary and in this case it might save some lives even if mine gets lost while doing so but that is the price that I will have to pay for lying and all the bad things that I have done in life, even if that aren't many things. "Well, when you put it that way, I suppose its best to honor your wishes and cut dinner short. For now" He says and stands up. He goes behind the camera and I would think that he's shutting it down, but he's actually still recording and taking it with him.

"Come!" He calls and I follow behind him. Afraid if I make a misstep something bad will happen or something worse in this case. I can't have any mote deaths on me and I will allow him to hurt anyone that I care about. But on that list I'm not included so perhaps he can hurt me if that means that no one else gets hurt. Still, the pain each time that he does that, makes me feel horrible and the knives are real and sharper than anything.

He goes out of the kitchen before I do and is in front of me so when he isn't looking I take a sharp knife that I found and puck it inside the sweater sleeve that I'm wearing and I'm careful to not let it hurt me nor let it seem like I have a knife there. My heart is pounding within my chest as I follow behind him, going down to the basement. Somehow my eyes aren't looking all over for any way of getting out of here because it's clear that he would just catch me and hurt either me or someone else.

I cannot let that happen. It feels like I have just signed away my fate and my life, and he's going to take it now as I walk down the steps into the room that I know like the back of my hand. Perhaps he's going to kill me and I will never see the light of day again but it has been so long since I have that I don't think I can remember what the sun feels on my face anymore. So many memories are just lost because of the horrible ones that have resurfaced.

He sets the camera down and makes it face the bed like he always has it when he takes me but this time I can't help but wonder if Steel is watching and I wonder how he is feeling if he is. He probably hates me and only wants to find me to not have my death on his hands or anything. "Shall we begin?" He asks me and I begin to shake as the tears are forming inside my eyes. I might have some water inside of me but crying is still as painful as ever.

Slowly I nod my head and he smirks at me. He enjoys this too much and it is breaking me apart to she to do this. He gestures for me to lie on the bed so that is what I do. He sits on the bed and begins to remove my pants and then the panties that I'm wearing. I feel so dirty when his fingers come in contact with my skin and I hate it when he does that. It's a horrible feeling and the shivers are running up and down my entire body and raising the hairs everywhere.

"So beautiful" He whispers as he kisses my inner thighs and then his fingers make contact with my core and I flinch away but just by doing that I feel the sharp tip of the knife sting into the palm of my hand as I can feel the pain radiate from that spot as well as warm liquid softly and slowly flowing. I'm grateful that he's too busy to even notice that as I had literally held my breath when it happened, and the tip is still breaking the flesh of my palm and brining more pain to my already damaged body.