Destruction

Chapter 4

This isn't happening. It's just a dream. I pinch myself several times to wake myself up. After a long time of trying, I finally give up, accepting my fate. I've been kidnapped again and this time I may not be so lucky to get out of it.

I cry as I sit in the basement, huddled up in the corner. The bleeding coming from my head finally stopped. If I were to reach back and touch it, I would feel a pain shoot through my head. My headache is beyond annoying, but that's the least of my problems right now.

I have no idea where I am. I was out the whole ride here, so I don't know how far out we are either. I can't tell if it's day or night, seeing as the basement has no windows and it's dark as hell.

I crawl around the floor, feeling around me. My hands find a mattress and I wrinkle my nose at the scent of dry blood.

Is there someone else here? I think.

I wouldn't be surprised. What are the chances that someone else is here? I can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that I've been kidnapped again. Just my luck, though. Of course I would have to endure such pain.

I continue to feel around on the floor, looking for nothing in particular. Eventually I find a set of stairs and I crawl up, not being able to find the energy to stand. Eventually I reach the top and I begin banging on the door. "Let me out!" I yell. My voice is hoarse and it hurts, but nonetheless, I don't stop yelling.

The door finally swings open and my captor stands in front of me, smirking. "No one can hear you, baby, we're too far out for that. Stand up," He snaps.

I shudder at the way he called me baby. He yanks my arm, causing me to cry out in pain. I stumble into the main room and look around, getting a feel for my surroundings.

Several bolts are on the front door, which is made of steel. Little furniture litters the room, all in front of a huge television. It's honestly a nice house from what I've seen.

There's a key pad next to the door and it's lit red with 'ARMED' across it.

Just as I'm about to turn away, the door begins clicking. All of the bolts are undone and then another man walks in. Looking at the door, it looks like your average door from outside, then there's the steel door.

He walks in and shuts the blaring alarm off. After shutting, bolting, and arming the door, he turns to us, grinning.

"Hello, Lucy," He says, the grin still across his face. When I don't answer, he becomes furious, "Answer me!" He shouts.

I jump, but do as told. "Hello," I cry. He just smiles in satisfaction, walking over to me.

"Good girl," He says, petting my face.

I cry harder, shying away from his touch. He just frowns, dropping his hand.

"I'm Peter, this is Jeremy. You'll address us as sir, unless told otherwise. If you choose to disobey us, you can go back downstairs to the shock chair. All of this is up to you. The only thing that isn't, is your fate. By the time we get tired of you, we're going to kill you. Slowly, but surely." Peter cocks his head, smiling.

The one holding me, Jeremy, grips tighter. "Take her upstairs. You have an hour to do whatever you want to her, then it's my turn."

Jeremy barks out a laugh and drags me upstairs. I try to refuse, but the threat of the shock chair stops me. "Why are you doing this? What did I do?" I shout, crying.

"We only take orders from Luke, ask him," Jeremy says.

I frown, "I thought Luke was dead," I cry, thinking how him being alive could be possible.

"Oh, he is. Dead as a doornail. He assigned us to kidnap you again because he knew he was going to die. We can have as much fun with you until we get tired, then we're assigned to kill you. Then you can spend eternity with him when you're dead. Then you can ask him." Jeremy laughs at my horrified expression.

"If anything, that bastard is in hell, you sorry son of a bitch," I shout. I spit in his face and he stops in his tracks, glaring at me.

"You just earned yourself a trip to the shock chair, let's go." He begins dragging back down the steps and into the basement. I try to fight back, but he easily overpowers me.

"Please, don't! Please!" I shout, trying to free myself.

The lights click on in the basement and I look around. A scream escapes my lips at the dead body lying in the opposite corner I was in before.

I cover my mouth, tears streaming down my face. "You better hope you don't meet the same fate she did. She was being a little bitch and I just couldn't hold back. I maybe shocked her a little too hard." He seems proud by his admission and I only cry harder.

I'm thrown into an ugly, wooden chair and I'm strapped down. He puts patches all on my body and I try to wriggle free, to no avail.

"This is going to be fun," He says smirking. He grabs a button and presses it, holding it down.

A shock runs through my body, unrelenting. My body shakes and I scream, wanting the pain to stop.

He finally lets go and my body slumps. Seconds later, he presses the button again. I scream louder, the pain worse than before. "Every time I do it, it only gets worse," Jeremy shouts over my screaming. He lets the button go and I lean over, crying.

A tingling pain lingers in my body as I wait several minutes for the next wave of shock. He does it again, laughing at my expense. I slump over again when he stops, trying to catch my breath.

He unstraps me and throws me over his shoulder. He trudges up both sets of stairs, to the master bedroom.

I'm too disoriented as he strips me down, leaving me bare. I cry harder as he does the same for himself. I don't even get a chance as he pushes inside of me, tearing me apart.

I cry out in pain, my voice hoarse. He just laughs, getting off. It takes several minutes and he releases inside of me. He pulls out, panting.

I look around, my vision hazy. Peter walks in, a smirk covering his face. He does the same thing Jeremy did, stripping down. He takes no time at all to move into me, causing me to cry in pain again.

He laughs at me, leaning over me. His muscles tense as he rides through his high. He lies down on me, feeling my chest. I struggle to get away, but he doesn't move. He easily keeps me in place.

Eventually he stands, putting his clothes back on. Before he walks out, he sticks his tongue down my throat. He moves back, smirking at me.

He finally walks out and I curl into a ball, trying to contain my shame. Eventually I slip into a pit of darkness, pain rippling throughout my body.