Into the unknown

Chapter 3.

The first thing I felt was the throbbing pain in my head, it felt like I was being repeatedly hit with a thousand tiny hammers. I struggled against the pain to open my eyes, but once I managed to pry them open, I was met with complete darkness. It was pitch black with blotches of white, that came and went, as the Ferris wheel in my head continued to rotate. My eyes quickly shut at the feel of some kind of material pressed against them, stinging my eyeballs at the connection. The tightness of whatever it was that covered my vision caused a little tension against my eyelashes and increased the ache that was circulating my head. I went to lift my arm to uncover my eyes, only for it to be pulled back down to my side and a metallic clanging echoed around the room. The heavy weights I felt on my wrists and ankles told me that I was chained up, as if I was some kind of dangerous animal or criminal. I was far from dangerous, that much I was sure of. My punches were enough to startle someone, but not enough to knock them out cold and find my escape.

"Keep still sweetheart, you're not going anywhere anytime soon." A voice chuckled, causing the hairs all over my body to stand up on edge. I wasn't sure if it was from fear or from the icy air that floated around me. Either way, the chill flowed through my veins.

"No kidding." I muttered, annoyed at this random person's ability to state the absolute obvious.

I wasn't stupid. I knew I wasn't Mr. Incredible; I wasn't going to be able to break the chains that were holding me here, yet this idiot thought it would be funny to tell me something that I, clearly, already knew the answer to. My breath caught in my throat as I felt my t-shirt bunch up at my chest, pulling me forward. The man's cigarette-fuelled breath fluttered around my face, making me want to throw up, but I curled my lips into my mouth to try and prevent that from happening.

"Listen, you little bitch, you might want to think twice before back chatting me." His breath fanned my neck as he murmured his words in my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I released the breath I was holding when I felt his grip on my clothes disappear, only for the sound of ripping material to tear through the air. This prick just ripped my t-shirt. Isaac wasn't going to be happy when I asked him for another one.

Once the vile tobacco smell subsided, I was able to acknowledge the unpleasant scent of damp paper and ash that clouded the room. Whilst these smells were fairly familiar to me, they were more intense and made my stomach churn more than usual. The feel of the air scratching my chest told me that this idiot man had torn my t-shirt to the point where my chest was exposed, making me bite on the inside of my cheek at my, currently, vulnerable state. This man had the full view of my topless body and just the thought of his eyes trailed over every detail of my skin made me want to cry.

I know I craved a bit of excitement, but this was not the kind I was talking about. Maybe a spontaneous holiday or a smooch in the rain. Not being held hostage by some guy who wasn't able to comprehend boundaries or humanity. It was just my luck that I would find myself in a situation like this, but it wasn't much different to normal. I was quite accustom to being held hostage, it happened every single day of my life. Only this time, I was in the unknown with no idea how this was going to play out.

"What the fuck is going on here?" A new voice bounced around the room. The anger and authority in his tone indicated to his rank amongst the other man and that I should definitely try and contain my sarcasm around him. By the time I left here, if I was to ever get out, I would have surly nibbled away at my tongue to hold my comments back. 

"Sorry, sir." The man who I had mentally named Mr wanna-be-big-man replied.

I bit hard on my tongue to try and supress the laughter ripping in my chest. My teeth sunk so deeply into the pink tissue of my tongue, the taste of metallic blood circled my mouth. Even that was no enough to keep my quiet.