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Victoria didn’t have the will to do much else other than stare at the wall opposite of the bed she sat on. Johnny had thrown her back into the basement and in a new room this time, and had tied her wrists and ankles together with rope. She was in pain. Her throat was still sore from Johnny’s tight grip earlier, but she was more emotionally injured than anything. She couldn’t stop crying for more than an hour at a time and every time she distracted her mind it eventually went back to the predicament she was in.
Her current room was better than the one she’d originally been in. Fortunately, this one wasn’t a cold room and didn’t have any animal corpses in it, but it wasn’t at all tidy. There were two beds in the room, and the one Victoria wasn’t using had a pile of cardboard boxes and clutter occupying it. There were newspapers and dirt all over the floor and old mattresses against the wall, and a pile of trash had been swept into one corner. There was a lamp standing in the corner opposite of the trash. It didn’t emit too much light, but Victoria was still thankful for it.
Victoria’s stomach ached with hunger. She had no way of telling the time, but knew that she’d slept for what felt like a while after Johnny had left her in the basement. The last time she ate was the morning of the day she’d been kidnapped, and she began to worry if they’d even care about feeding her. She didn’t even know what her reason for still being alive was.
She heard a metal door slam open, the same sound that she’d heard when Connie had opened it during their escape. She didn’t move, even as she heard footsteps approach her. She was numb.
The only reaction Victoria had when the door to her room opened was chills down her spine and goosebumps on her arms and thighs. She slowly brought her eyes over to meet her visitor, and wasn’t surprised to see Johnny in front of her. “Aw, what a pitiful sight,” He cooed as he shut the door behind him.
Victoria scowled and looked away from him. “Go away.”
This hadn’t been the best act for Victoria to take, and she’d known that. But she couldn’t find herself to care about her consequences at the moment… and she also wanted to see how far she could push Johnny before he yelled at her.
Johnny leaned over Victoria and roughly grabbed her chin with one of his hands, forcing Victoria to look at him. His other hand rested against the wall Victoria’s back was touching. “Do you wanna run that by me again?” He asked, irritation dripping from his tongue.
“I said go away.”
Johnny didn’t laugh, didn’t smile, didn’t move, didn’t break eye contact. He stared at her for what felt like the longest minute ever before he pulled his knife out from his belt. Victoria was alarmed, not expecting her test to take it that far, and glanced between Johnny’s unwavering glare and the knife in horror. She watched as he brought it to her thigh, letting it hover there for a moment and savoring the fear in Victoria’s eyes.
“I’m not going anywhere. I own you, pretty girl,” Johnny began, finally breaking eye contact with Victoria as he glanced down at her thigh. “I’ve gotta do something to remind you when you forget, don’t I?”
Victoria quickly shook her head and tried to writhe away from Johnny on the bed, but all he did in return was take his hand off of the wall, grab her wrists that were bound together, and lift them up against the wall. She screamed out in pain as she felt Johnny carve his knife into the skin of her thigh and slowly, deeply drag down. “Johnny, stop!” Tears streamed down her face and she threw her head up to the ceiling, pleading with the God she thought she knew to save her.
Johnny laughed and kept going. Victoria’s leg was on fire and she could feel the blood dripping down the sides of her thighs. “God, your little cries are so pretty,” Johnny groaned as he picked his knife up from her skin. Victoria thought he was done, but realized that was a mistake when she felt him start another line in a different direction.
Victoria sobbed in agony. She felt the line cross over the line he’d already made and bit down on her lip, trying to find some way to shift the focus of her pain. Johnny eventually picked his knife up for the final time, and Victoria’s screams turned into whimpers. She couldn’t find the words to speak. Johnny removed his hand from her wrists and wiped both sides of the blade of his knife on his pants. Her blood now stained him, not just the bed she sat on and her skin. She glanced down at her thigh and saw he had carved the letter J. Something inside Victoria’s chest fluttered.
Johnny grabbed a vial out of his back pocket as Victoria watched, out of breath. He pushed the vial up against the side of Victoria’s thigh and let her blood fall into the bottle. She was too exhausted and in pain to ask why he was collecting her blood, and too weak to resist. So, she just let it happen.
Johnny noticed she’d grown still as he placed the cap back on the vial. “Did you learn your lesson, Victoria?” He asked calmly. Victoria breathed in unsteadily through her tears and slowly nodded her head. It took her a moment to realize he had called her by her name when she hadn’t even told him herself. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion but before she could ask any questions, Johnny answered them for her. “You went into the gas station with a purse. Do you think that just magically disappeared?”
Victoria’s facial expression fell and she shook her head.
“Say something cupcake, you’re breaking my heart over here,” Johnny cooed and brought his gloved hand up to hold the side of her face. She looked at him through tear-soaked eyes.
“Sorry.” She weakly replied. Victoria didn’t know why she was apologizing to the man who had just cut into her body and had previously manhandled her, but she didn’t know what else to say.
Johnny held eye contact with her for a few moments, breathing her in. “I’ll go get stuff to clean you up.”
He walked out of the room and left Victoria laying there on the bed with her back slouched against the wall. Her brain had begun to block some of her pain out as she felt herself starting to become more comfortable with the sting, but her rosy cheeks were still wet with tears and the fountain that provided them wasn’t stopping. She groaned and bit back a string of curse words, trying to remain as quiet as possible.
After a few moments, Johnny returned. He brought with him a worn, red toiletry bag, a couple of washcloths, and a clear, glass bottle that had a red label. Victoria immediately recognized the bottle that she’d poured shots from at several parties she’d attended with her friends over the years. “Wh-Why do you have vodka in your hand?” She stuttered, hoping he wasn’t about to use it how she thought he was.
Johnny sat next to her on the bed and put everything down beside him before taking his yellow gloves off. “We don’t want my artwork getting infected, do we?”
Victoria was completely and utterly confused. Why did this man care if the wound he’d just inflicted on her became infected when he’d made her look at her friend’s lifeless, mutilated body just the day before? Why was she being kept in the basement instead of killed? “Why do you care?” She asked.
Johnny let out a sigh and grabbed a dry washcloth, pressing it onto her open wound. Victoria sucked in a breath through gritted teeth and arched her back against the wall. “Grandpa’s gotta be fed somehow.”
“I still don’t understand what that means.”
Johnny didn’t reply. He lifted his hand off of the washcloth and grabbed Victoria’s ankles as he untied the rope binding them. Blood had pooled between where Victoria’s thighs touched, and knowing this, she kept her thighs together. Johnny grabbed the rag off of the initial on her thigh and stuck it in the crevice, letting it soak up her blood. The girl’s heart nearly lept out of her chest and her eyes widened. Johnny’s touch was more exciting to her than Anthony’s had ever been.
Guilt immediately panged her chest. How dare you think like that, Vic?
Johnny noticed her actions and smirked to himself. She hadn’t exactly tried to hide her response to his touch and if she did, she didn’t do it well. But Johnny was a trained stalker, and he noticed things most people didn’t. Like how Victoria held her breath when he’d touched her inner thighs, or how her breathing had hitched when she first noticed he’d carved his initial into her body.
Maybe Victoria was just as fucked up as Johnny was inside and needed a little push over the edge.
He removed the bloody cloth from her thighs and wiped up the remainder of the blood on her skin. Victoria let her legs relax and sighed. The rope had felt rough and itchy against her ankles, and she was trying her hardest not to think about the sensation on her wrists.
Johnny grabbed one of his gloves and looked at Victoria. “You’re going to want something to bite on.” He lifted it up to her mouth but she made a face of disgust and turned her head the other way.
“What did you touch those with before you touched me?” Victoria didn’t want to have something in her mouth that had possibly touched a dead animal, or worse, human. She didn’t know what this man did in his free time.
Johnny rolled his eyes and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him. He opened her jaw and, much to her dismay, stuffed the glove in her mouth. “Why are you asking, pretty baby? Don’t want me touching anything but you?”
Victoria’s jaw would’ve dropped open if it weren’t already.
Johnny picked up the bottle of vodka and twisted the cap off before slowly pouring it over the wound. Victoria immediately convulsed and screamed, biting down hard on Johnny’s glove. She struggled to breathe in steadily, being completely consumed by the pain. It felt worse than the cuts Johnny had just given her, and the stinging pain lingered for far too long. She clenched her fists and dug her nails into the skin of her palm, trying to find another release.
The pouring stopped, but the stinging remained. Johnny grabbed another washcloth and pressed it into her thigh like he’d done with the first one. The pressure felt good on her wound and Victoria’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as let out a moan of relief, relaxing immediately. Johnny reached up with his other hand and gently took the glove from her mouth. She let out heavy breaths and stared at him with frustration.
“Shoulda listened to me, huh?” His words weren’t filled with anger at all, they were soft and gentle. Victoria didn’t do anything in reply, although she didn’t know how Johnny would react to that. He didn’t, luckily, and reached into the red bag he’d brought down, pulling out a roll of gauze and a square of cotton padding.
Johnny placed the cotton pad over his initial and pulled some of the gauze off the roll. He stuck it to the pad and began rolling it around her thigh. His hand, which Victoria was paying special attention to now that it wasn’t gloved, slid underneath her thigh and lifted it up so he could continue wrapping.
After Johnny had wrapped around her thigh a few times, he sat the gauze down and used both of his hands to rub it to make sure it was stuck. Victoria felt herself blush and that weird sensation she’d felt in her stomach earlier that she couldn’t place. Johnny noticed her reaction, once again, and decided he wanted to test her limits. He slowly crept his right hand up her thigh, and he took pleasure in hearing her inhale sharply. She was flustered, but would she say anything to him, or let him have his way?
Her shorts were too tight for him to get into without taking them off, so he moved to unbutton them, making sure to drag his finger over her core. Victoria squirmed underneath his touch and gulped. “What are you doing…?” She asked hesitantly, too flustered to think of anything else to say. She could feel herself getting wet, as much as she hated, hated to admit. They killed Leland, and probably Maria too. What the fuck are you doing Victoria?
Nausea began to replace the arousal inside her.
Johnny made eye contact with her and his smirk sent chills down Victoria’s spine. “Trying to see how far you’d let me go before you said something.” He sighed and took his hand away from her body, sitting up straight on the bed. Victoria hated to admit, but she felt emptiness where his touch had just been, and images of what could have happened flashed through her mind. She could’ve felt his body against hers again, could’ve felt his fingers thrusting- “You need to eat, don’t you?”
Victoria jumped and snapped her head up at Johnny, who had now risen off of the bed and gathered his things in his arms. She blinked several times and quickly nodded her head, trying to push her vulgar thoughts out of her mind. Johnny didn’t show it, but he knew this was her reaction to him teasing her, and he could feel himself getting aroused. “I’ll have someone bring you down something.” He had a problem that he had to solve away from Victoria.
As Johnny left his newest toy laying in her bed, he couldn’t help but think himself odd for not taking advantage of Victoria right then and there, as he would’ve done to anyone else. But something in him loved teasing her and making her flustered, and loved rendering her speechless. He’d have her begging for him to fuck her soon enough.