I really wasn't thinking of making a second chapter, but I read a comment and it gave me an idea so here it is. Hope you enjoy.
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I opened my eyes. What the hell? I was in a room. I tried getting up but I fell right back down. Why was I so weak and why is it so damn cold in here? I started rubbing my arms for heat and saw the skimpiest of outfits. I had on a white see-through lingerie gown with nothing underneath. Now only some fucking pervert would make me wear this, but there were so many questions and it seemed like none of them could be answered.
I was finally able to jump from a bed and tip-toe to the nearest door. First up was to find out where the hell was I at. I slowly made my way toward the door but something made me stop in my tracks.
It started to open; I panicked. What do I do? I jumped behind it just before it swung open. Big mistake. It slammed right into my face. I held back the wimpy cry that was begging to come out as I tried to stay perfectly still. There was a man that entered the room. He was tall and muscular with jet black hair. I recognized that son of a bitch. That fucking monster! I almost pounced on him right there, but my common sense begged me not to do it.
He stood there with his hands on his hips and his head slowly rotating as if he were looking for something. "Oh where oh where could my Daisy be oh where oh where could she be?" he was singing so calmly that it almost scared me, but not as much after I figured out he was looking for me. Wait one second, did he just say my Daisy. Hell would freeze over before I ever belonged to a monster like him. His singing suddenly stopped and that made me hold my breath, he couldn't find a single trace of me if I was to live; I was sure of it.
I shut my eyes hoping he wouldn't be smart enough to think of the most obvious place someone would hide at. Then I began to remember the night he first claimed me as his. Didn't he kill me? I felt so limp and lifeless, he had to have killed me, but here I am alive as the day. That's when the guilt trip of Halloween night began flooding my memory, the blood, the bodies, Laci, every single person dead but me.. Why? Why wasn't I dead with them? He had to choose me to see the remains of his sick art; why didn't he kill me too? I felt the tears fill my eyes. If only we hadn't went, I'd still have my best friend but that bastard took her away. He took what mattered most to me and I want him to suffer. I knew I was crying now and he could defiantly hear me, but I didn't care, I'm going find something sharp and stick it right through his heart! I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw were crystal blue orbs staring right back at me.
Oh fuck...
I stood in shock, there was no way I could kick his ass without a weapon.