Memories are the worst form of torture

Chapter 3

When I wake up I'm still in the chair, but I have zip ties around my hands and feet now, too. The zip ties make it completely impossible to move my feet and hands. I blink a lot and finally can see clearly again. I hear the sound of a knife being sharpened and look up to see Steve standing in front of me, sharpening a knife.

"Finally awake now, are we?" He says as he puts the knife sharpener down.

There's a high up window to the left of me and I can see sunlight shining through it. So it's still day time.

"How long was I out?" I ask as the pain suddenly hits me all at once.

"I don't know. A while? What do you expect me to do? Time you?" Steve asks as he takes a step towards me.

I shake my body quickly, trying to get out of the restraints. Steve just watches me like I'm stupid. I finally stop and realize he hasn't asked me any important questions this whole time.

"What do you expect to get from this? What do you want?" I ask, trying to find answers.

"I haven't decided yet." Steve says as he runs the knife across his hand.

"So your torturing me for no reason?" I ask and I guess I have a horrified look on my face or something because he laughs.

"Well, not totally without reason. Maybe I just get a kick out of hearing people scream." He says, now right beside me.

I roll my eyes and he smacks the back of my head. Just then I realize I haven't felt blood running down my arm since I woke up. I look at my arm and see he's sewn it up.

"Why'd you sew it up?" I ask, looking back up at him.

"If you die from blood loss I won't be able to hear you scream." He explains as he walks over to the table and sets the knife down.

The table has a knife, a knife sharpener, a taser, a pack of cigarettes, a cigarette lighter, a hammer, a pair of scissors, a needle, and some leftover thread on it. The hammer wasn't there before he injected me and I don't feel or see any new bruises so i can't help but wonder what he plans to use it for. Then he punches me in the diaphragm. I slump forward, gasping for air.

I want to scream and curse but I'm not going to give him the satisfaction. I can take a little pain. And if I curse at him then my situation will only get worse. It's best to just sit here and take it until I'm rescued. If I'm rescued.

"Still not gonna scream?" Steves clearly getting angry.

I watch him clinch his jaw and ball his fists. I close my eyes and lean my head back tiredly. It's not good that he's getting angry but I still don't want to scream. I open my eyes, knowing that he could catch me off guard if my eyes are closed to long.

Steve grabs a cigarette and lights it, throwing the lighter back down on the table. He leans against the table as he smokes it. When the cigarette is down to a butt he takes a few steps forward. He puts the cigarette out on my arm like I'm an ash tray. It stings for a moment then it just blends in with the rest of my body aches.

"Your not gonna like me when I actually get angry." He grabs my hair tightly. "So just do me a favor and scream already."

I want to just scream so that he'll stop but I can't bring myself to do it. He hasn't done anything that really warrants a scream yet anyway. He lets go and walks behind me. The sound of his footsteps slowly fade and I'm left alone. When he comes back he just sits down in a chair and stares at me.

It's getting hotter in here and I'm extremely thirsty. Eventually I begin panting and he laughs. He gets up and leaves again, without saying anything. I watch the daylight disappear out the window and after a while I can see stars and moonlight. My mouth is dry and I'm becoming tired. I tell myself I'll close my eyes for just a second. Yeah, just a second...