My Worst Nightmare

Chapter 4

When I woke up I was in a dark and wet room. I felt around and there were what felt like concrete walls surrounding me. I had no idea how I got here, when all of a sudden images of what had happened flashed through my mind. I started hyperventilating and tears formed in my eyes. 'Where am I?' I thought. I tried to stand up but a wave of dizziness washed over me and I fell back on my butt. My heartbeat sped up when I remembered Nicole.

'Where was she? Had the men hurt her? Am I next?' All these thought were running through my head and I couldn't help imagining the horrible things they could do to me. Suddenly the door to the concrete room and a man walked in with something in his hand. It looked like a leather whip. I scooted back away from him until my back hit the cold concrete wall. He saw me and I could barely see the hint of a smirk through the darkness as he sauntered toward me. I tried to scream but it got caught in my throat.

Tears of terror ran down my cheeks as he crouched in front of me. He whispered, "Are you afraid, Leah?" I whimpered and in between sobs I stuttered, "How....d...do you.....know my.....name?" He chuckled, his warm, pungent breath sweeping across my face. It took all I had not to gag. He smelled like rotten garbage.

"That doesn't matter, Leah. Now get up, it's time." He stated, frustration clear in his voice. When he saw I wasn't making any move to get, up he sighed and grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled me up to my feet. I cried out in pain and reached up and grabbed my hair trying to make it less painful.

He was still holding me up by my hair and whispered in my ear, "When I tell you to do something, you better do it, or you'll regret it." A shudder traveled down my spine and I cringed away.

I whimpered and he dropped my hair and I fell to the floor. "Now. Get up." He demanded.

I slowly got up from the cold floor and as soon as I did he grabbed one of my wrists and pulled me to the center of the concrete room. I didn't know what was about to happen, but I was sure it wasn't good. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and I jerked away from his touch, startled.

"Don't move. This will be a whole lot easier if you just cooperated. Even though I love seeing you squirm." He uttered, coming up behind me and grabbing my shirt again starting to pull it up off over my head. He was sick. Twisted. I kept trying to inch away from him. My head was pounding, still sore from the knock it took to the floor of the van.

"NO!" I shouted pushing his hands away from me and taking a few steps away from him and turning around to face him. I saw the look of disgust on his face using the little light that came through the crack in the door. He stalked towards me and I backed away knowing he was going to hurt me. A sob escaped my lips when my back hit the cold concrete wall. He walked right in front of me and grabbed a chunk of my blonde hair again and pulled me closer until my face right in front of his. "I thought I told you to obey me. And now you will regret it." He spat. I screamed and sobbed as he dragged me by my hair to the center of the room. He pulled me to my feet and yanked my shirt off over my head leaving my torso exposed. I sobbed harder when he grabbed my wrists and tied them to a rope above my head that I hadn't noticed before. He stepped back and just when I thought he was gone a leather whip striked my skin leaving me breathless. Once I caught my breath it striked my skin again and this time I screamed. This happened over and over, until my skin was peeling off my body. The man came behind me and wrapped his arm around my raw torso and I cried out. "Next time you disobey me, it will be much worse. Trust me." He said with venom in his voice. He untied my hands and kissed my neck. I tensed and he then left me in my own pain and sadness. I fell to thee floor and still sobbing I crawled over to my corner and curled into a ball until I fell into a deep sleep. In which, I didnt want to wake up.