White Roses Bleed 10

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 The room has become increasingly dull and lifeless over the past day. I don't know what time it is but it feels like three in the morning for me. Max hasn't come back yet, and I don't want him too. Hasn't he done enough?

He took away my Ashley...my love.

Another sob slips through my lips, and I cry harder than before. That's all I've been doing is crying and rubbing my ankle raw from kicking and thrashing around the bed, somehow looking for that false hope of getting out of here.

I'd given up around four or five hours ago. for all I know it could have been longer than that. I can't tell. Good thing I'm too busy feeling pain to notice how hungry I am.

I wrap my slender fingers around my necklace Ash gave me. Running over the Hello Kitty and slowly memorizing the grooves and faint bumps of the metal. I know I already have, but it won't hurt to do it again. I've grown into a habit of running my fingers over it when I'm nervous, paranoid, or afraid.

And right now, I'm all of the above.

I do the small movement again, sighing and gripping onto the chain. I'm afraid that Max will see it and take it away. This is the only thing that's keeping my sane, the only thing keeping my broken heart from shattering completely. Ashley wouldn't want that...

He'd want me to live. Never feel this pain. But I am Ashes...I am...

The door to the room creaks open, and I look up to see Max entering the room. He has a small coffee mug in his hand, and a white rose in the other. Max smiles at me , walking over and shutting the door with his foot. I look over to see him set the cup down on the bedside table near me, placing the rose beside it. I remember the one he gave me before, the one that had dug into my hand. I hold my hand close to me, still clutching my necklace in the other.

 He sits down beside me, looking into my eyes with his bright green ones. I still can't get over how evil they seem to be. After a while of silence, he begins to speak to me.

"Hello. Did you sleep well?" he asks, placing a hand on one of mine and tugging it away from my necklace. I wince as I feel the burn of the wounds, for he had grabbed my wounded hand. He realizes his mistake, but only grins evilly.

I shake my head no to his question. I don't remember sleeping at all. Just trying to get out of here...but we both know that won't happen. I won't get out of here unless am miracle happens. Bu for some reason I seem to recognize his voice, from somewhere before...

Have I seen this man before?

 His hands move from my one hand up my arms, leaning me back on the bed softly. I look up into his eyes with fear, afraid of him and what he could, no, would do. He smiles at this, knowing how afraid of him I am. His hands run down my chest, but he's still strong enough to pin me to the bed. I feel his lips push down on mine, and that's when I begin to thrash around. I moves my hands to try and push him off, but he pins both of them above my head with one hand, easily clamping my wrists together. I gasp for air as he pulls away from my lips, his seemingly warm smiles hiding a dark secret within.

His one hand unbuckles my belt, slipping it off quickly along with my pants. I hear one of the sleeves rip away from my leg, the one that's chained to the bed frame. My eyes open wide to this, but I also feel him pull something out from behind him. What's he going to do to me! I close my eyes and kick at him again, but I feel some soft cloth get pulled on roughly over my arms and head, his hands jerking me around and finally letting me fall back onto the bed.

What the serious fuck?

I open my eyes and look down, to feel a long, over sized white T-shirt cover my bare chest. It's long enough to barley cover my ass. I'm still in my boxers-thank god- but I look up to see Max with another one of his strange warm smiles. Why did he do that? And where the hell are my pants!? I look around but don't see them lying anywhere.

Oh great, another trophy for him, I assume?

Fuck. You. Sideways. Evil. Bastard.

 He grabs the coffee mug and shoves it in my hands. I sit up slowly, glancing down at the red liquid in the cup. What is this? It smells like...soup?

"Eat up, you're going to need it." He states, getting up and walking over to the door, before stopping abruptly.

"And I didn't drug it...just so you know." Max says, looking over his shoulder at me. He smirks again, opening the door and closing it quickly. I look back down at the red liquid. It smells like tomato soup.

I feel my stomach growl at me to eat, so I give in and, holding onto the chain around my neck, gulp the small cup of soup down. It's sweet and tangy flavor washing over my dry mouth and almost burning my tongue, before I end up finishing it off completely. Setting the cup back on the bedside table, I glance at the rose. Something's attached to it.

Slowly, but steadily, I pick up the frail flower, careful of the thorns. A red ribbon is holding a small piece of paper in place. I untie the ribbon carefully, setting it and the rose back on the table. I open the crumpled paper and read its contents.

 This is only the eye of the storm, Black Rose. Be prepared for the fall.

And with the chicken scratched words written neatly in red over the page, I see a small corner of it is dripping with something red.

Blood.

My hands fly up, covering my mouth to muffle a small shriek of what I've just seen. Blood has been splattered over the page and looks as if it were dipped in blood on the corners. I drop the paper on the bedside table, scooting away from it slowly.

It's only the beginning to the end, Isn't it?