"Get up." Cairn's harsh voice pulled me from whatever sleep I may have gotten. When I didn't move, his snarl ripped through the air. His hand was around my throat a moment later. "I wasn't asking fucking slut. Get up."
I winced and got up. His hand kept tightening around my throat, my fingers clawing at his arm so he'd let go. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife, flicking it open. "Scream and I kill you. Understand?" He traced the blade along the edge of my jaw, making me tremble as I nodded. He gripped my wrists, chaining my arms so they were above my head and my feet were barely touching the floor. He flicked his wrist, the blade slicing across my ribs. My body jolted at the touch as I bit my lip, gripping the chains that held me up. He moved around me, leaving cuts over my body. Some were larger than others and bled more. I bit down hard on my lip, eventually tasting blood. After what felt like hours, he finally stopped, wiping off the blade and walking away. Leaving my hands secured above my head.
I started struggling. "Wait- Wait please- Let me down-" I had already started to lose feeling in my hands. "Come back!" But he'd already left, the door locking behind him. I stood up on my toes, trying to reach so that I could get the chain off the hook, but it was out of reach. "Come back!" I yelled again. "Please!"
He came back, holding something behind his back. He grabbed my jaw roughly, making me wince. "I told you I didn't want a fucking word from you." He snarled, forcing my mouth open. I started struggling as he shoved a cloth in my mouth. "Stop moving." He put a hand over my mouth, finding the end of the tape he was holding. "You will learn to do as you're fucking told." He started wrapping the tape around my mouth, ignoring the unintelligible pleads that started to fall from my lips. He wrapped the tape around my head four or five times before stepping back. "Much better." He smirked. I started thrashing. Son of a bitch. He wrapped a hand around my throat, slowly squeezing. "You're staying like this for a while. Until you learn to keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut." I kicked him in the gut, snarling. He stumbled back slightly and growled. A moment later he slapped me and I knew it'd leave a mark. I jerked back slightly, the chains on my wrists being the only thing holding me up. A choked sob from my throat as he walked out, the keys to the chains holding me up dangling from his finger tips. I could barely feel my hands and arms. Standing up on my toes again to try and get the chain off the hook again, my fingertips barely brushing against it. I was so tired, my ribs stung, my shirt was stained with blood. My throat was sore and I wanted to cry. I'd rather die then spend another moment here. But if they'd wanted me dead they would've killed me already.
They wanted me alive. I didn't know why, but they did.
