The last thing Joey remembered was being knocked out inside the shower.
He woke up with a splitting pain in his head he only had on his underpants his eyes struggled to get a clear view of what was happening around him, he tried to move his hand but was cuffed on a bed frame.
He instinctively tried to pull it but it kept his hand remained shackled.
"Wake up kid, who sent you, you underestimated me too much!"
Joey looked around unable to understand what was happening. Wasn't he having a bath? how long was he out? The images in his head swirled like someone who overdoses a painkiller, he felt like he was looking at the world through a fish-eye lens.
Ms Moore was annoyed by his terrible 'acting' she clenched her drove her fist into her stomach with an irritated face "I know the gas is strong, but not that strong!".
Urgh!
Joey's eyes and mouth gaped open from Ms Moore slamming the wind out his chest. She was referring to Joey looking around the room disoriented, she thought it was all an act.
The punch made his eyes focus on Ms Moore.
"Good, now tell me who sent you" she smiled.
Joey started breathing heavily as he stared at the scalpel in her hand "I wasn't sent by anyone, I'm sorry for any trouble I hope that you can allow me to leave, mam".
"I wish I could too son but I don't think I trust you yet", Ms Moore never even seemed sad as she sat beside the bed and started running the scalpel over is his chest.
"C'mon kid are you gonna let your auntie keep waiting why don't you tell me, and maybe I'll give you a little gift"
Joey didn't want any part of a gift from someone who didn't have a problem with tying up a child and threatening him.
"Don't keep me waiting kid!" she shouted, the threatening tone from her voice irked Joey, and he quickly fessed up.
"I came from the outskirts of Bulwark my Uncle sent me here".
"Keep going".
"That is all I know now let me go and I, promise I will leave and never come back".
Joey looked at her with false hope in his eyes, He watched every twitch of her facial muscles, she stared at him then she broke out into a sardonic smile making her look like a demon.
Joey's worst fear has come to pass.
Joey started shaking the shackles binding him like a madman the bed started to shake trying to break apart, she left the room while she was chuckling to herself. Joey wasn't sure what she went outside of the room for but he was sure that this was the only chance to get out of here.
The bed frame started to crack and it gave Joey motivation to shake harder.
"Hey, look over here!".
Ms Moore shouted to get Joey's attention but wasn't that the oldest trick in the book? Joey heard the cracking of the frame and felt that freedom wasn't far away.
"Big brother!".
Joey froze as he looked up to see his sister knocked out on the table with a makeshift guillotine over her neck connected to a rope in her hand, he looked at Ms Moore with her phone in her hand with a smile that said she had won.
She continually played Rayla shouting "Big brother!" over and over on her phone.
"Stop it you bitch!"
"Ohohoh, wasn't I just your aunty a second ago? It's surprising how quick you bastards switch up" Ms Moore broke out into a fit of laughter making her chest jiggle, Joey was hopeful when he remembered he had a machete in his bag, but that disappeared when he realized it was in the bathroom.
The lady held the rope to Rayla's rope in her hand and fiddle with it, she liked the nervous look that was on Joey's face. She wrapped the cord around her finger and pretended to pull it and watch Joey flinch toward her then stop.
"Hahaha, you even keep up the act when you know she means nothing to you" Ms Moore licked her lips and Joey watched her pondered whatever cruel thought she was about to come up with.
"Fine, Joey if you can hold your sister's cord long enough…..I'll let you go free, Deal?" Joey could smell the bullshit emanating from her mouth but he couldn't help but accept.
What else could he do?
He was weak!
His machete was in the bathroom with his backpack, that's if Ms Moore didn't confiscate it. Ms Moore added more length to the guillotine rope that was hanging above his sister and stuffed it in his mouth.
"Bite it, so it doesn't chop her head off"
Joey bit the rope and every inch his head moved the guillotine would reciprocate, Ms. Moore took out her scale and licked it.
"Don't give up, m'kay?"
Joey realized that he walked right into the clutches of some sadistic bitch.
Ergh!
She took the scalpel and started slicing open his chest across his old wounds. The veins in his neck trembled as his teeth clenched onto his sister rope for dear life, his neck tremble under the pain of the laceration he felt.
"Looks like your tougher than I thought looks like I should get more serious", Ms Moore said expecting him to drop the guillotine rope.
Joey watched as the scalpel in her hand started to get burn bright orange Joey started to cry, the worst thing that could've possibly happen... happened, she had a superpower.
"Ohoho, your crying already? Just tell me who you are!"
Ms Moore used the knife and rested in his fresh cuts, flesh instantly started to burn and sizzle. Joey felt her pressing until she reached his bones, the tears flowed like a river and muffled screams were like trees falling in the forest.
Joey didn't know how much time passed but the sun started to come up, and he looked at the dried blood caked on his body. Ms Moore fell asleep beside the bed with a contempt smile on her face.
More time passed and Ms Moore woke up.
"Oh, you're not dead? Fine, I'll do my do you a favour and put your sister in another room", Joey watched her as she took his sister out of his room.
Joey watched her as pulled down the guillotine over his sister and moved her out of the room.
Joey held his head watching the whole process as she shut the door he was thinking of a way to get through all of this. Joey was on the verge of passing out from tiredness.
As his eyes were shutting down the loss of blood was making him weaker, his eyes spotted a shiny object cover with blood lodged in his chest, what would seem like bad news was good news for joey and he smiled.
"The opportunity of defeating the enemy, Is provided by the enemy themselves," He thought.
Joey fell asleep in a bath of his own blood sweat and tears.
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