The two ponds

CHAPTER 5

TW: mental and physical abuse

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Moments later he was dragging her to the hut. After he kicked her in the jaw, she was unconscious- again. He pulled her trough the door frame and onto the matress.

When she woke up, everything was bright white, she convulsively tried to completely open her eyes, but it was impossible for her. Why was this light even there? She pulled herself up to look through the tiny window on the side of the hut, but she quickly felt a wave of nausea flowding her body. She waited a few seconds to orientate herself.

It was then, that she realised where she was. SHIT.

How was she supposed to survive the next days...or weeks. She would probably die of fear before he'd even get the chance to kill her.

When she looked outside of the window she was shocked. It was day. Probably arround 4pm, if she calculated the position of the sun correctly. Her kidnapper was nowhere to be seen. Well at least that was a good thing in the sea of bad events that had happened to her in the last few hours.

Fighting the stinging pain in her head and the boomimg feeling in her jaw, she tried to think about a way to escape. Yes, she already tried and failed two times, but all good things come in threes, right?

While encouraging herself, she noticed the strings, ropes and knifes which were laying outside of the hut, approximately 3m away from her. It gave her chills down her spine and she froze.

She had to try everything to escape, before he came back to her and she had no clue when that would be. The window was far to small for her and it was barred, so that escape route was impossible. Well exept if she was able to break the grid and with it the surrounding pieces of wall off. That wasn't really realistic, she wasn't very strong. But maybe she could find a way to call for help.

Her phone wasn't with her anymore, he probably had taken it away from her and shouting would have no effect, he'd maybe even hurt her more if he'd catch her screaming for help. Was there a possibility to write a note... but how would she get the note far enough away tthat someone else would find it.

The door, what about the door, she thought to herself. It was massive but probably rotten. She crawled to the door as fast as she could manage to. In the right corner something was broken off, just a small piece, maybe 3x3 cm, but better a small gap than none at all. This little gab was the spark of hope she needed at this moment.

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A loud "bang" ripped her out of her thoughts, the door swung open and there he was. Big and dirty, with a wide hat on his head that was probably older than her. She hadn't noticed how fast the hours flew by and that it was already dark outside. Her sense of time was completely out of rhythm because of the bright light, shining at her constantly.

He grinned, a mean and spitefull grin , that she never wanted to see ever again. What did he had in mind? What did he wanted to do with her? And most importantly, would she survive it?

He took a few steps towards her and laughed. "Why does he laugh everytime, he probably has a mental disorder", she thought.

"Ready for a few cuts? I'm sure you're gonna enjoy them"

She was mute, she didn't wanted to talk to him. Maybe it was best for her if she would just silently take what he would do to her so that he had less fun torturing her and maybe he'd would let her run away eventually.

He took another step so that she was perfectly in his shadow.

It was then when she realised, he bought a knife with him.

"Lets start slow, so that it's long and excruciating"

He walked around her and tied up her hands with a steel cable, it was pretty thin and instantly cut into her skin a little, as he pulled it tight. She didn't resist.

Then he took another piece of steel cable and tied her ankles together.

He pushed her up and seated her onto the small chair. After that he pulled out his knife.

"let the fun begin, sweetie"

He held her chin up with the tip of the knife.

" I know you want to be strong, little girl. But I see the fear in your eyes. Very clear."

He slowely let got, she sat there with her eyes wide ope, staring at him.

Taking her arm in his left hand, he cut into her skin, just so deep that a drop of blood run out it

He grabbed in his pocked and pulled out a salt shaker. He then shook it a few ties over her wound. It hurted like hell and she felt the stinging pain all over her body.

She couln't help but grimaced. He laughed again.

Reaching into his back pocked, he took a small bottle with a clear liquid inside and gave a few drops into the cut.

"thats a little special potion, which helps you experience the pain even more extrem, that's wonderful, isn't is, sweetie?"

She shook her head, his grin disappeared.

"well it seems like you want me to give you a few more drops", and with that he opened the bottle again and poured the remaining liquid into her arm.

She couln't help but grimaced. He laughed again.

Reaching into his back pocked, he took a small bottle with a clear liquid inside and gave a few drops into the cut.

"thats a little special potion, which helps you experience the pain even more extrem, that's wonderful, isn't is, sweetie?"

With that he placed another cut right under her eye. A tear formed and she could do nothing to stop it from rolling down her cheek, down to her chin.