The Last of Us

Chapter one: 10 years later

10 years later:

I wake up slowly gasping for air as my vision tries to clear. I only remember vividly what I considered the beginning of my nightmare. I look down at my wrist raw still from rope burn. I look up at the metal door that's keeping me locked inside. The mat I lay on rustles as I shift to get a look at my surroundings which isn't much. The jagged edges of the cold grey stone walls lay bare and the only thing on the floor was the mat I was most currently on.

"Yep" I mumble "I'm back in this shitty room."

I get up to stretch and feel my bones shift, cracking slowly. A sharp burning sensation throbs on my back. I sit back down with my sore raw back hot against the cold stone wall. Right as I start to relax I hear footsteps. I quickly laid back down and pretended to still be unconscious. I heard the door open slowly. My hair stands on end as I feel the soft touch of fingers slide down my face.

"I know you are awake Lily. I am not falling for this again." he says slowly.

I keep my eyes closed, not allowing myself to flinch at his touch. Not faltering even a single breath. He sighs deeply and picks me up. I mentally curse at myself as I feel myself wince in pain. The feeling of my shirt shifting over my raw back almost hurt enough to cause a yelp to escape my throat. The searing pain was enough to make my jaw clench shut. I feel his eyes peering down at me. He drops me. I react immediately landing on my hands and knees, before I can finish my thought about swiping his feet from beneath him and darting. I feel his fingers in my hair and he jerks my upright.

"Stop trying to escape. If you keep on, you'll have a lot worse consequences than a few lashes. Understand me?" He said darkly, his face so close to mine that his breath hits my face.

I stare at him, tears unwillingly fill my eyes. It still surprised me seeing the hate in his piercingly green eyes. Pieces of his hair fell from his ponytail and framed his face as he got more frustrated, his face getting redder. His green eyes glare into mine as he closes his fist tightening his grip on my hair.

"Understand me?" He repeats louder and pulls his hand up higher so that I'm on my tiptoes. His other hand digs into my lower back causing a razor-like pain to ripple through me.

"Maybe" I say through gritted teeth.

"Want to repeat that?" He asks and jerks me even higher by my hair.

I stare down at his chest, his muscles trying to break through at me. After a quick mental debate I quickly decided not to push my luck knowing I could not handle another go around. His eyes catch onto mine and pausing I look deeply into them. His forest green eyes had flecks of dark green and a hint of gold around. He loosens his grip and eyes soften but then as if remembering, he hardens his grip and his eyes grow sharper than before, more dangerous. I never knew what came next when his eyes got like this.

"I understand" I say in defeat, disappointed how over the years my willpower has slowly been dwindling down into nothing.

He keeps his hand on my hair and pulls me into the hall, shutting the door. I keep my mouth tightly shut as he drags me all the way back to the lab room and into what I'd like to call my plastic cubed cage from hell. His men step aside as he goes through to exit. Then they proceed to follow him. He flings me inside before I can put up a fight. Which pissed me off and before I could clamp my mouth shut or filter the words they escaped my mouth.

"I just want to pull that short ass ponytail right off the back of his fucking head" I say more loudly than intended frustration noticeable in my words.

'Fuck' I think to myself as I see the people staring silently.

The doctor also known as Lisa looks at me with pity in her eyes but frowns at me. I know she wishes she could help me but I also know she doesn't agree with my choice of words. She probably feels the same way though. Lisa's been here since I was brought here when I was seven. Now I'm seventeen and still doing stuff that gets me into trouble still. Like not keeping my mouth shut. Although not as frequent I don't let him push me around. Lately I've been picking and choosing my battles. Trying my best to be smarter but mainly just tired of it all. Alec pauses and turns back towards me and I keep myself from cringing or shaking as I pick myself up off the ground. I stare deeply into his eyes and he walks forward getting into my face as I refuse to step back. His nostrils flaring and his chest rising and falling.