"There's no way out sweetie, so I advice you to stop fighting"
"There's always a way out and I will find it"
"Of course sweets of course"
"If you think I'm a lunitic your wrong cause I'm worse than one and I won't be afraid to tear these chains into...
WARNING⚠️:MATURE CONTENT READ WITH CARE. BLOOD, DEATH, RAPE ETC IS MENTIONED THROUGHOUT THE STORY☠️
GEORGINA'S POV :
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FLASHBACK:
I woke up to find myself cuffed to a wall by my arms and legs: there was a major pain shooting through the left side of my head which caused my vision to blur every time a throb of agony coursed through my brain. The unbearably tight cuffs pinched and pained my wrists and ankles as well as a collar on my neck, which starved my lungs of the the amount of oxygen they so desperately craved.
I was standing in a thick, clotted pool of blood...
My blood...
I was wearing a short white gown that was far from modest and stunk of damp and various musts with only a pair of itchy undergarments beneath. There were stitches on the side of my scalp and I could feel the wound weep with blood and puss which ran down my neck: my right thigh was scattered with deep gashes with similarly shoddy stitching as to that on my head. A bloody scab ran down from my eyebrow to underneath my eye, and made it difficult to open my eyelid as every time I tried the gash would reopen and I would be blinded by the sudden flow of blood- I smirked- if I managed to make it out of wherever the fuck I was at least I may end up with a badass scar.
The room was so cold I felt like my goose bumps might freeze and fall off, it was practically an ice box: was this the only thing keeping my flesh from currently rotting? What kind of people would keep me in a place like this? With padded walls only made visible by the bars of light which snuck in through the one barred window on the adjacent wall that the narrow cell door resided. The room was dimly illuminated at peak noon as winter had set in and thought to waste none of its light on a foul place like this: in the dim illumination I could make out the crimson streaks of blood which painted the neon white walls of the cell- the drastic contrast was something straight out of a horror movie. blood- the walls are painted with my blood yes I'm aware- BLOOD- please no I beg you this can't be happening right now.
It had grown desperate.
I felt paranoid, anxious, and frightened- but underneath those emotions... A beast clawed on my insides as if awakened from a deep hibernation.
IT WANTED BLOOD AND IT WANTED IT NOW AND I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS GOING TO GET IT REGARDLESS OF THE CIRCUMSTANCES
I felt starved and deprived. My inner beast clawed at me... I felt it trying to rip my flesh... I was crying out pain... In hysterics I threw my head back and screamed in agony to the sky.
