Caged (Troy Otto x OC)

Chapter 4

I woke up from that nice little knock out nap, courtesy of tweedle dee and tweedle dumb, strapped to a cold, metal chair. Zip ties pinned each wrist and ankle to the arms and legs of the chair, making sure I wouldn't be able to reach for the knife in my boot. I could still feel the warmth of the blood dripping down my face, indicating that I hadn't been out long.

My neck was stiff, my head ached and the gash on my temple was sore, but I did my best to ignore the pain.

I needed to find a way out.

The room I was in was small, dark and damp. It seemed to be a basement. The only source of light was a tiny excuse for a window a few inches distal to the ceiling. I was small, but not small enough to fit through that. The door was my only option. The walls were comprised of sturdy concrete, the floors were concrete and covered in something that resembled blood.

Knowing the small cut on my temple hadn't produced that much blood, I inferred that it had to be someone else's blood. Or multiple someone else's. I was locked in a goddamn torture cellar. The door looked to be made of metal and I assumed it was also locked by my captors, otherwise they have a lot of faith in zip ties.

I had to try to loosen the zip ties on my wrists. I shifted my hips in the chair to the left so I could bend over enough to bite at the tie. While gnawing at the tie on my wrist, I hear the jingle of keys coming from behind the metal door. I hear the bolt release and the door swung open. A medium stature, red haired man stood in front of me. He was wearing military camo that was covered in small splatters of blood. He had a sickening smile on his face that sent shivers down my spine. His nose was swollen and he adorned two lovely black eyes.

"Hi, princess. Ready to play?" The corner of my mouth twitched upward in a smirk when I recognized the voice. Willy.

"Hey, Willy. How's the nose? Oh, and the nuts?"

The sick smile immediately vanished from his lightly freckled face.

"Dumb bitch, If I didn't have orders to keep you alive. I would slash your throat right here and right now."

"Go for it." I throw my hair over my shoulder and tilt my chin up, exposing my neck. Showing that I am unafraid of his empty threats.

I guess that pissed him off, because he charged me. Throwing a fist toward my face, he punched me in the jaw. Ten seconds later he had his boney fingers wrapped around my throat, squeezing.

I felt the air leaving my lungs, but instead of showing weakness and begging for my life, I shot him the same sickening smile he greeted me with. Flashing him my pearly whites, that are now stained in blood from my busted lip, I felt his grip falter slightly. I took my opportunity to swing my head back and quickly forward, smashing my forehead into his already busted nose. His grip fell away and he tumbled backwards onto the wet concrete.

I heard more steps enter the room and I look in the direction of the door. The man released the same chuckle from last night.

"She got ya again, Willy?"