Kidnapped By Rogue
Chapter 33

"You should of thought of the consequences when you punched me," he replied, turning his attention to K.J. His eyes were wide with fear, but I could tell he was trying hard not to show it for my sake.

KJ and I have been bestfriends for six years, every since he moved in next to me. He was three years older than I, but didn't act like it. And although he was attractive, I never thought of him as anything besides a friend.

"I love you," I whispered to him and in return he gave me a weak grin. Rouge cleared his throat and popped him fingers before pulling out a pocketknife. My eyes automatically widened as tears fell and in reflex I shut them tightly.

"Open your eyes, Princess." Rouge said, and I obeyed and looked at his expressionless face. "Everytime you look away or close your eyes, I'll slit his wrist. Got it?" He seemed completely fine with the fact he was about to murder someone. I shakily nodded as my bottom lip trembled.

"You don't have to listen to him, Blakely!" KJ said, his voice strained, "I'll be fine, okay? I love you, too." River stood in my peripheral vision with a smirk on his face.

I lazily pulled on my restraints, but it only ended in rope burns around my wrists. "Rouge, please," I screamed, but by the time I finished that sentence he had already swung his fist in KJ's stomach. He made a grunting noise and let out a tear. "Stop! God, stop!" Another punch landed on his left cheek, making his head whip to the side. I sat, horrified, as Rouge tortured my childhood friend. With the third punch, resulting in blood to pour from KJ's nearly broken nose, I closed my eyes.

A slap made me open them and Rouge 'tsk'ed. "That was selfish," he pointed out, opening his knife and taking one of KJ's wrists. A deep red, crimson line of blood gushed out his skin and a hiss came from his mouth. The strong metallic smell quickly filled my nostrils, causing me to gag. I watched the blood drip from his wrist to the floor, making a small puddle.

"I'm so sorry," I said inaudibly. My eyesight was blurry from the liquid leaking from them, staining my cheeks. I glanced up at the ceiling, and by this point I was hysterical. KJ's breathing hitched making my attention go back to him; Rouge was carving yet another cut into his skin, right through the first. Another wave of nausea overcame me, making me dry heave.

Seven cuts later, Rouge backed away and River took his place. KJ visibly paled when a pistol was produced. I screamed at the loud, ringing bang that erupted. Blood seeped from KJ's foot as he stared wide-eyed and breathless. Another bang, and KJ started to yell, but it went into a groan. His shoulder blade seeped blood, staining his shirt. The fight KJ was putting up was slowly disappearing as he finally just went limp and sobbed. River stuck two fingers into the gunshot wound, resulting in a blood curdling scream that stopped short in slow, deep breaths.

"End it," he pleaded, his voice thick with pain. Suddenly, Rouge appeared in front of me. His lips were moving, but I couldn't comprehend what he was saying, all I heard was a distant ringing noise. My body felt numb and I hadn't realized I was untied until Rouge pulled me into his arms, bridal style. Before I was whisked out the room, I saw River point the gun at K.J.'s forehead and pull the trigger.