His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

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Was my chest supposed to feel this heavy?

The muscles in my stomach tightened and squeezed with every shift my body made. Even the tiniest movement sent pain rushing to the back of my eyes. Goosebumps decorated my skin due to how cold it was in here. I was lying on something firm and small, it's springs squeaking quietly everytime I tried to push myself up.

The voices around me sounded as if they were fading in and out, almost as if I was in some sort of daze and slowly coming out of it. My face felt numb and my fingers were twitching, and the thick rope wrapped around my wrists was bound together so tightly that my fingers were freezing cold from the lack of circulation.

I blinked slowly, forcing myself to open my eyes, only to be met with nothing but dirty brown cotton and darkness. The bag on my face wasn't as tight around my neck as I remembered it being, but that didn't take away from the fact that I still felt like I was suffocating.

It was this room.

Those voices.

The memories.

My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth like dry chalk, desperate for just a tiny sip of water, or any fluid, really. I'd swallowed over a dozen times, hoping my saliva would satiate my thirst.

My heart stopped when I noticed faint movement behind my cloth, followed by the sound of hard footsteps slapping against the tile. Fear slammed into me like a fucking bulldozer, and before I could make a move to crawl away, a large hand fisted the locks of my hair and tugged me up to my feet.

I fought back a scream.

They weren't getting my voice. No fucking way.

"You were out for quite some time. For a second there, you had me thinking you were dead." He hadn't released his grip on my hair, and though I couldn't see, I could feel him inches away from my face. I could smell his nicotine breath and practically taste the alcohol on his tongue.

I swayed on my feet, blinking hard to keep my eyes from rolling to the back of my head. All of my limbs felt loose and watery, almost as if I was drugged.

Guck. I was, wasn't I? That shit they injected in my thigh wasn't just to numb me. It was to drug me.

"God, you smell so good." He nuzzled his nose into my neck, circling his large arms around my waist and pulling me into him. Bile rose in my throat, making my stomach twist painfully.

"Get the fuck off me." I squirmed in his hold, ignoring the way my words came out sluggish and slightly delayed.

The unknown man chuckled as he unwinded his arms from around me and before I could register what he was doing, the cloth around my head was suddenly yanked off and the ropes around my wrist loosened, and then I was shoved down to the ground again.

Wild strands of my hair clung to my face in a thick layer of sweat, despite the fact that it was freezing in here.

A single light hung from the ceiling, casting a bright glow across the room. I squeezed my eyes shut, for the first time in my life, trying to block out the light. When I peeled my lids open again, furnishings started to melt together to form slightly distinguishable shapes. There was a twin sized bed, a single dresser, one large TV, no windows, and one door.