Kisses Of Crimson

Chpt. 9 - Stuck In Hell

DAILY SONG CHOICE: CRIMEWAVE - CRYSTAL CASTLES

📢🚨⚠️A/N - serious talk. there is a major trigger warning for this chapter, mentioning slight rape or sexual assault. If you do not feel safe with this topic, I suggest to leave this book be, due to the fact that it will mention it every now and then with flash backs and everything. I'm only doing this because I read about how this was based on a true story. I am not at all normalizing this, this is a very traumatic and scary situation that I hope none of you have or will be/been through. I'm very sorry ahead of time, it'll only mention small parts of it.⚠️🚨📢

Thank you for taking time and reading my message.

-your author,
     Len

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Y/n's POV:

I woke up to laying on the feeling of a hard, rough material.

I open my eyes, and look around to find an inclosed area, assuming it's a basement based off of the interior, the dark cement floors and walls, the tiny window above the room, the temperature.

I attempt to sit up, but my hip was screaming at me to stay down. I was in an unbearable amount of pain from getting slashed in the stomach a couple of times by a musty knife that came from who the duck knows where, and I didn't even treat it - that reason being; abduction.

I force myself up to search the room, not caring that I was opening my wound even more.

The blood was seeping through my baggy, white band t-shirt and I could feel it dripping down my right thigh, also staining my gray sweats.

Great.

I limp slowly through the place, soon finding a bathroom.

I notice my wound still included the knife, so I had to pull it out. I grabbed ahold of it, using both my left and right hand to grasp it. I started to yank it, but hissed immediately once I felt the pressure.

I was in pure distress.

I may have not been able to pull that out, but I took that opportunity to wash my hands, stomach and open wounds that I could reach - and use a bunch of paper to soak up the red liquid.

It stung like a bitch.

I just wanted to go home, I wanted to hug andrew and talk to Robin. I don't want to be in this much pain right now, or honestly ever again. This was traumatizing as it was.

I wobble back over to the mattress, flopping down on top of it and hitting my head slightly.

Seconds later, the wooden door freaks open..

And there stood the same guy, The Grabber, holding a mask and a spraying device.

He approaches me, and I just allow it. I didn't have anymore energy to fight back.

"You're a mischievous one, aren't you?" I don't reply to him. "You put up a fight. And for that..I'm going to make you suffer. Suffer real bad." He laughs maniacally, causing a chill to run down my spine.

He throws a mask on over my face, starting to turn on a machine.

I inhaled a toxic chemical, making me feel funny. I felt dizzy and all light headed.

He dragged me up the stairs, sitting me down in a chair that looked like it was in the middle of a kitchen.

I was so confused and out of it, that I barely reacted at all.

The grabber started to tie me down to the wooden object, starting at my hands, to my legs, and also my ankles.

The grabber removes my mask, whispering something in my ear that I could not quite point out. Whatever drug he gave me, made me feel almost non-existent.