Chained

Chapter 08

 I fell down to the floor crying. "No. please. Stop"

"This is what you wanted right? You filthy bitch." Max bellowed.

He took me by the hair and banged my head on the wall for the third time. I felt my lips crack and blood poured out of them. I fell to the floor. He kicked me twice in the stomach and left, locking the door on the way out.

I touched my face and felt blood pouring out of my nose. It was definitely broken. I tried sitting up and fell back to the floor. My head was pounding and my forehead was cracked open. How long was he going to keep me locked up like this?

I remembered the moment Em told me what he had done to her. I couldn't comprehend what she was saying. I fell to the floor holding her and sat there just hugging each other while we both cried our hearts out. We were there for what felt like ten minutes when we heard a loud banging on the bathroom door.

"Who the hell is in there?" We heard a man scream. It must definitely be an officer. We straightened our dresses and wiped our tears while opening the door.

"What are you doing in here?" The officer growled.

"We were just cleaning sir" I muttered while Emily kept her head low and nodded.

"Get out then" He said while going in.

Em and I both ran back to the kitchen and I gave her a dish to wash while I went back to cleaning the table. After fifteen minutes or so, a guard came into the kitchen and yelled at Emily "What the hell are you doing in here? Max wants you in his room right now. Get the hell back there before I shoot you in that pea brain of yours."

"No Emily. Don't go" I whispered to her holding her hand.

"It's alright Lil" she whispered back, squeezing my hand.

She ran up the stairs as if something was chasing after her. What is he going to do to her now? Does she only get half an hour to get over the fact that she was raped by some bastard? I can't let this happen to her.

I ran up the stairs as fast as I could to get to Max's room. Em had told me that it was the last room on the topmost floor (The second room after the colonel's). When I got to the room door, I heard a loud scream and a hard slap. Shook to the core, I pushed the door open. The sight in front of me was something that I could never forget. Em was tied to a chair while Max was holding a blazing hot iron rod in his hands. I screamed when I saw the burnt mark on her thigh.

"GET AWAY FROM HER YOU BASTARD" I screamed running to Emily.

Max pushed me away and I fell to the floor. I grabbed a glass bottle that was on the table and hit him on the head with it. It cut his forehead and blood started to pour out.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU BITCH" He screamed as he charged towards me.

He took a pen knife out of his pocket to stab me. Thankfully anticipating his move I ducked and the blade hit me in my upper arm right below my shoulder. I fell on my back holding my arm.

I heard Emily scream and then Max started kicking me in the head. After two or three times of being kicked I blacked out.

I woke up in the dark room that I remember being put in the last time we tried to escape. I had not seen Em since that day and worried what must have happened to her. I always feared the worst and ended up crying every time until my throat was hoarse. Max would come into the room at least twice a day and beat me up until he felt that I was being punished enough for the day.

I sat up and coughed blood. I was going to die here I knew it. I was not given any meals except for the ice cold liquid that they called "soup". (Which was just a carrot and a potato being boiled in a five liter cauldron and given to all prisoners.) Soup was given only once a day in the night. My cell was so tiny that the width of it was an inch or so larger than when I outstretched my arms to the side. I had been given a bucket to use as a toilet and it had not been emptied since the day I was locked up.

With each passing day my longing to be killed heightened. I wanted to leave this hell even if it meant that I would have to give up all hope of seeing my family again or returning to a normal life. But even if I somehow managed to get out of here, would we ever be able to lead a normal life as we had before? We had been through so much that we were scarred both physically and mentally for life.