You fell face first into the sand, your back was bleeding, I was bleeding a lot, the pain was unbearable! You whimpered as you felt the machete come out of your back, You screamed in pain. HE had sat on your back, he had a sedative. The only thing he said to you was 'You could kill me but no' before applying it to your neck and losing consciousness. You don't know how much time passed since you fell unconscious, you were no longer in the desert, you were in a house. You screamed for help until you heard footsteps, you take the time to look at the place; You were in a bed, the sheets keeping you warm, Your hands behind your back tied with chains. The person came, It's Derek?! SHIT. He saw you awake and smiled, he was more dressed up now. He climbed onto the bed, put his head on your groin, resting there "Oh, so you're awake already? It's nice being a sleepyhead, isn't it? -He laughed- Oh yeah, don't worry about your back, I already fixed it. You're in my house, you should thank me -He took a moment to look at you- My friend Machete could have killed you" Your mind muses, Derek was almost killed in a state where you stabbed him, Machete almost killed him, the drug...the sedative! He lifted himself up from your groin and spoke "Remember when you stabbed me? It hurt like hell! God, no one's hit me like that in years. So -shrugs- congratulations" Congratulations?! I'll be more than happy to tell you: "I don't give a damn what you think Derek, I don't regret stabbing you! I really regret not hitting you in a vital area or killing you, but no, I let you live!" You said it with hate but Derek had a face like 'I don't give a damn what he thinks now, haha'