Oh no!
No... no... no....
There’s a shattering sound on the other side of the door, drawing Crystal’s attention for just a moment. A moment is all I need. I thrash my head side to side, trying to dislodge the funnel she’s shoving in my mouth while pushing it with my tongue.
“I don’t think so,” she snarls as she presses her pinky finger into the bridge of my nose, making me cry out again. She forces the small funnel in as far as she can until I’m practically gagging.
She twists the cap off the bleach and lines it up over the funnel. I slam my eyes shut and shake my head as hard as I can, dislodging the plastic tube, but not before she manages to get some of it in my mouth.
Don’t swallow, Devin. Whatever you do, don’t swallow.
The taste has vomit rising up my throat. God, please no. If I have to throw up, it gives her back the upper hand. The smell burns the inside of my nose as I inhale.
There’s a huge commotion on the other side of the door, and Crystal screams out in frustration before pinning her eyes on me.
“It’s time for you to go,” she sneers as she wraps both hands around the handle of the knife and raises it over her head. I do my best to try and break free from my constraints, but as she makes to slam the knife down into my chest, I know I’m about to die.
I watch as the knife slices through the air toward me in slow motion, and then I squeeze my eyes shut.
The sound of wood splintering fills the air before a shot rings out.
“Devin,” Sebastian yells as Crystal’s body jolts.
I open my eyes to see Crystal still holding the knife as she cackles. The bullet wound in her shoulder pours blood, but she stays focused on me like a true villain. The knife cuts through the air again as she dives for me.
Another shot rings out.
The knife clangs against the floor, followed by the sound of a body dropping.
Holy fucking shit!
