"Sit on the table"

He orders. I felt my heart race with annoyance, who does he think he is bossing me about when all he wants to do is hurt me.

"No."

I refuse bluntly. His eyebrows raise slightly in disbelief that I just disobeyed him. But his face stats to crunch with anger.

"I SAID-"

He yells angrily but cuts himself off, taking a deep breath before speaking again, this time in a softer tone.

"I said.. sit on the table"

I didn't understand it. Why would he be so aggressive but stop himself? Why is his attitude and behaviour constantly changing around me.

But, I do as he says, huffing, I limp over to the table. Forgetting how high the table was, I struggle to lift myself up on to it and jumping was a no no.

"Here let me help-"

"DONT! ... Don't touch me"

I smack his hand away. But he grunts, grabbing me and picking me up, lifting me onto the table, sitting me down so my legs hang over the edge.

"I don't need your help Clown."

I instantly regret my words as he wraps his hand around my throat, slamming me down against the table. His grip was so tight I was gasping for breath.

"I think you forget what situation you are in here and who you're dealing with."

He snarls, tightening his grip even more to the point where my body tried to fight, tapping out against the table.

When he finally lets go of my neck, I instantly gasp for air, coughing from the lack of oxygen and burn in my throat.

"Now sit up. I need to cauterise this"

He speaks, pointing to my hand as he arranges his tools. I couldn't help but gulp. I knew for a fact he wasn't going to using any form of numbing and that I was going to feel all of it.

Taking a deep breath as he brings his burning hot tool forwards me. Screaming out as he forces it against my finger wound.

"FUCK GAAAHH!!"

I cry as I clench my other hand, grabbing my thigh just to have something to squeeze, like holding a mother's hand as a child.

He finally removes the burning hot tool and places it down. I could help gasp and grind my teeth, smelling the burning flesh of my own finger. He grabs some bandages and very slowly starts wrapping it around my hand. My finger throbbing as he does so. Though, I couldn't help but stare at him in complete and utter confusion.

"Stop looking at me like that."

He grunts, looking up to my eyes then back down to my hand. How could he even tell I was looking at him.

"Sorry it's just. You're weird. You want to hurt me for some sick perverted-"

"Watch it"

He interrupts. Squinting his eyes at me.

"Well, it's true you want to hurt and torture me. Yet you save me from rapists and other dangerous monsters here.. and now you're helping heal my wounds? If you wanted me dead, why go through all that?"

I was probably once again over stepping my boundaries and my heart raced for every word I spoke. But if I didn't ask, he would never tell and I could die never knowing the truth.

"Don't get the wrong idea here. It's purely selfishness. I saved you as I want the pleasure of killing you. And I'm healing your wounds so you won't die so quickly."

He told me his answer but for some reason, I felt like he was lying. That he was hiding something from me. Hiding the real reason for all of it.

Why are you lying Jack...

"Well um.. if I'm going to die I think I deserve to know. That Slender guy, he called you Jack? I thought your name was LJ?"

He stops wrapping my hand and lifts his head to look at me, lowering his brows and tilting his head. As if he had no idea what I was even talking about. Until he sighs and finally speaks up.

"There are two Jacks here. EJ and I. So it doesn't get confusing, we use nicknames instead. That's all you need to know"

He rolls his eyes, sighing once more before looking back down to my hand, continuing to carefully wrap around my thumb and up my hand.

"So, should I call you LJ or Ja-"

"You will use no names for me. Do you hear me?! Using names makes things difficult."

He snaps at me, yanking the bandage tight as a warning, causing me to wince. I didn't understand why I couldn't use a name. Why would that make things difficult? But, when I really thought about it, every time I used his name, it seemed to soften him. That could be an advantage for me to get out of here. As long as I don't overuse it.

Just as I was about to speak up again, we suddenly hear a low and quiet giggle, I quickly glance at the door and even LJ spins around to check. But there was nothing there.

"Relax."