Ellie's POV
Elijah catapults me to the dirt bottom as if slinging a carcass.
I smack down hard. I open my mouth to grumble at the rough treatment but choose to close my jaw when I observe my environment.
In my motion of resistance, I pan out ignorant of my surroundings.
Elijah ended up taking me down an elevator and then through numerous hallways until we reached a steel door encoded by a passcode and patrols on the side.
He punched a few dials, appearing hazy to my troubled memory.
He then led me through many corridors, each one had several cells besides them.
They weren't translucent but completely partitioned. Not even a ray of light could pass through.
We went down a few more levels until we finally reached the place he hurled me down too.
" Wh...what is this place? " I mutter weakly, feeling afraid.
" Dungeons. My dungeons. A special place for folks that do not know their place. " He replies, eyeing me keenly.
" So you're going to..torture me. " I point out.
" Ah, we haven't reached that state for now Mikros. " He states.
" We're going to watch a show! " He exclaims and suddenly the once translucent cell wall becomes crystal clear.
I see a woman, chained to the wall. She is bruised, beaten black and blue.
A yelp escapes my lips as I take in her condition. My gaze shifts to Elijah and I stare at him, my eyes wide in horror.
A devil exists in front of me!
" What is this? " I shout. Horrified at the gruesome scene unfolding in front of me.
" Like I said, my dungeon. And that right there is my show. " He states with malice.
" Let's play a game. Shall we? " He asks tilting his head toward me. My body is still glued to the ground.
" Wh...hat so..sort of game? " I ask horrified. after observing the cruelties this demon has inflicted upon the woman, I feel shaken.
He looks at me but doesn't say a word. His eyes hold a weird glint to them and he marches forward towards the cell.
Inside, he presses a regulator on the white ceramic wall. Within moments, the wall puts out a shelf filled with torture tools!
There is a revolver, whips laced with shredded glass, hammer, iron nails, a spanner tool, a drill machine, and many more.
" This is how it's going to work. You choose the tool and I proceed with the show. I torture her, and when I finally get bored of the torture method, then you choose another one! " He exclaims with glee.
" Pl..please. " I beg.
" I can't. " I argue.
" Wear it then. " He states, throwing the collar at my feet again.
I look at it, helpless, I ponder for a minute and then shake my head in negative.
" Very well. You chose this. " He states before proceeding.
" Which one? " He inquires, referring to the torture gadgets.
" Pl..please don't do this. I can't wear that. I'm not a dog but a human. This is inhumane. " I try objecting or instilling some humanity in him but he is too far gone to have any humane emotion left in him.
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Enslaved
Romance" On your knees mikros. I don't have much patience left. " He says, taunting the gun at my dad. I drop to my knees, following his order. " Wh...what wrong did we do..to you? Wh..why are you..you doing this sir? " I ask, still on my knees, weeping. ...
