Working Among Vengeance

Chapter 9: Questions

WARNING!!! This chapter will contain torture, bad language, and mentions of sexual scenes BE AWARE!

         My forehead felt like it was being stabbed. I woke up with a horrible headache and barely being able to see. Was it the next day? or was it the same day and only a few hours later? Was Bruce wondering where I was or why I didn't come back? Who had kidnapped me? What did they want with me? Millions of questions swarmed through my head.

        I heard some scraping noises coming from the place I was trapped in. I tried getting up but then realised that I was tied to a wooden chair. Rope and duct tape had surrounded my chest down to my ankles. There was no way I was getting out. I missed Bruce but now wasn't the time to think about him.

     Should I pretend to still be knocked out or let them know I am awake. I heard footsteps getting closer and closer. The best option seemed to be for me to pretend I was still asleep and eavesdrop for information. A door opened and the footsteps got even closer than before.

      I felt something weird though. A person grabbed my face in one of their hands and poured a pitcher of water all over my body. I opened my eyes and jerked away from the hand holding my face. 

      "I see you have finally awoken I guess it is time for me to get some answers." A sly deep voice spoke to me.

       The sound of a pocket knife being flicked open made my eyes shoot up to him. He wanted answers but so did I! I had no clue what was going on and why he was asking me for answers. Was I about to be tortured?

      "Don't worry hun, if you answer the questions honestly and do not complain or give half ass answers I will let you go without any marks."

     "Give me the first question." I said trying to sound not demanding so I wouldn't be hit.

     "Shut the fuck up bitch! You don't give me orders!"

       I stayed silent and averted my eyes from him. Trying my best not to cry and choke on my tears. I wonder how long it will take for me to be saved.

      "Tell me about your parents." 

       That was all he said to me. I didn't know how to respond. He would hurt me if I lied so I knew I had to tell the truth. What did he want to know should I just start from when I was young. I guess I should ask but he scared me.

       I mustered up the courage and asked "What do you want to know?"

       "As much as you can remember." A short answer.

        I began speaking "My family was never really rich but we weren't scraping by. It was more like a lower middle class. I was homeschooled but they never taught me. I was usually stuck in my room doing anything until the age of 16. When I was 16 my mother died I don't know how but she never really seemed to care for me but I knew she loved me. Later that same year my father disappeared."

      I stopped. I never told anyone this because of how personal it was yet here I was talking through my childhood with some random ass man. 

       He spoke to me with seemingly no remorse "Do you know what they did for a living?"

       "Not really, I know it wasn't legal but that's all." I spoke with some concern.

       "Well your mother was a little whore who slept around with anyone to make a quick buck and your father would test out all our drugs seeing if they were safe or what the side effects were."

        It hurt me hearing this. I could only believe this guy since no one else knew my parents. I couldn't believe they did all of this for me and I was an ungrateful brat. Guilt hit me I couldn't believe how bad of a daughter I was.

       "That's not all," he continued speaking, "your father got addicted to the drugs and began stealing. Your mother became addicted to the sex and began sleeping with everyone whether she would have to pay or not. In the end we had to kill them."

        I choked up the courage to speak "YOU BASTARD!! YOU KILLED MY PARENTS!"

         Tears streamed down my face I had tried staying strong but all of this was too much to handle. My parents weren't bad people they just needed some help in life and Penguin took advantage of them.

         "YOU BRAT! DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!!" He yelled with a fiery rage emulating from him.

      My hair was grabbed and my head was thrown to the ground. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! It felt like blood poured out of every hole from my face. I then felt a knife sink into my thigh my screams and cries for help were muted by the pain.

       He pulled out a chalky looking powder and poured it into my wound. This made the pain a thousand times worse. It felt like my skin was melting even though it wasn't. I had now lost all hope no one would come looking for me except Bruce. I passed out from the pain thankfully.

       When I awoke again I was imprisoned into a concrete cell with one opening which was a tiny door. I thought they must've had to really squeeze me in to fit me into that hole. I looked into the hole and noticed a guard near it making sure I didn't escape.

      "Excuse me sir," I spoke trying to sound like I wasn't just tortured, "Do you know why I am in here?"

       His loud voice echoed through my cell as he screamed "BOSS SHE'S AWAKE!"

       I had just messed up and I thought if I was polite this man would let me out but obviously I was being too naive. I heard footsteps coming in my direction. The side of my enclosure opened up and another guard was waiting for me.

      The guard grabbed me by my arm and told me if I moved she would kill me. I walked with this female guard till we reached a door she pressed the button and it began to buzz.

      "l/n has awoken."

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Author's Note: I wonder, who is behind that door! I also took down my other story because I know it's gonna be on hiatus for a while.

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