Bow Down And Beg For Mercy

Chaper 1

I'm in a room, tied to a chair with a blindfold over my eyes. Due to my sight being blocked, my other senses are heightened. From the irritating rubbing around my wrists, it's obvious that I've been tied down with rope. In any other situation I would consider this kinky as hell but right now I should stay serious. I try to slow my breathing so that I can hear what is happening in my surroundings. The steady sound of my own heartbeat drowning out as I focus on sound of dripping water in a puddle on my far right, the smell of rusted metal is intoxicating in this room. The creaking of a vent fan turning to my close left and the squeaking of mice in a corner behind me.

Ew.

I can't hear anyone else's breathing, so I can tell that no one else is in here with me. I rocked the chair back and forth once to test the quality. Based on the way it creaked I'm positive that it's old wood. I take in deep breath.

"Damn, this is going to hurt." I whisper to myself.

I lift myself up to the tips of my toes before crashing down on the concrete floor. I groan at the impact of the chair hitting the ground and the wooden pieces breaking against my back. I lay there for one minute or so, catching my breath before untying myself and removing the blindfold from over my eyes, blinking a few times before adjusting to my surroundings.

The room is small with pipes dripping everywhere, no windows or anything. Other than the broken pieces of wood, that used to be a chair, there are no objects. I looked around for an exit. Turning around, I find a huge metal door behind me. Just like the room itself, the door is old and rusty.

I use one of the broken pieces of the chair and toss it near the door. Half a second later, an arrow is shot across the room, into the wall on my left side. The arrow could have went through my head. Typical, a trap that could kill me. This is starting to get seriously boring, I'm tired of this. I throw another piece to make sure that there are no more traps. When nothing happened, I step carefully towards the door, preparing for anything that could happen.

Should I touch it?

I stare at the door handle. For all I know this is another trap, or maybe they just want me to over think and waste escape time, or they could just be waiting behind the door. Before I could let myself get caught up in my own thoughts, I gripped the handle of the door. Here goes nothing. The palm of my hands start to get a little sweaty. For fuck's sake get a grip! I turn the handle.

It's locked.

Of course it is. I roll my eyes, reaching into my hair for some pins and picked the lock. Once I heard a quiet click, I take a deep breath before quickly opening the door, standing behind it just in case someone tries to shoot me. It's a smart yet simple technique.

Once I moved from behind the door I sigh in relief.

"That took you 5 minutes and 23 seconds" Blade stopped the timer on his phone, turning it around to show me. He always had that cocky, annoying smirk on his face that makes me just want to punch him until he's lost consciousness. "What took so long Sylvia?" Papa asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Sorry Papa, the wooden chair put me in time out for a minute or so" I rub my back while saying it. "Then you need to adapt to the feeling because when you get captured they will not wait for your back to feel better before killing you. Do you understand dear?" He gives me one of his 'do better or else you're going to die' speeches. "Yes, Sir" I gave him an understanding nod.

He pats my head before walking off.

"Sorry."

I heard soft a voice beside me. I turn my head and saw Mist, leaning against the wall, her foot braced against it with her arms folded. "Let me guess, you drugged me?" I figured that's the only way I'm here without knowing how I got here. "Yeah. Papa said that it was time for your surprise training session and I was tasked with putting a sleeping drug in your afternoon coffee." Once Papa says you do something, you do it immediately and with no questions. If you don't do it to his standard or at all, then you will be punished in any way he sees fit for the 'crime' you committed.