Kidnapped: Prisoners of Hell

Chapter 2

It felt like hours had passed before the man returned. The loud creaking of a door opening startles Octavia awake from her anxious sleep making her jump and look to the only light that shines down in the basement she was trapped in. They were heavy footsteps and light ones, But the only steps that were consistent were those belonging to the man. Octavia didn't understand until she saw the state the young blonde girl was in. Her hair was more of a mess and there were bruises all along her throat, arms and legs, the fresh bruising already beginning to darken.

Distracted by the shocking new stage the other girl was in Octavia didn't notice the man unlocking the door until it slammed closed. The hair on her neck stood as good bumps arose on the surface of her skin. Something was wrong- she could feel it.

He was rough with the blonde as he tied her back to the rope before he left once more, the lock clicking being the only sound that echoed through the basement until he was gone.

"What's your name?" Octavia startles at the sudden voice disrupting the eerie silence , jumping slightly as her head turns to the girl, but she isn't looking back.

"Octavia. Octavia Blake." She finally says and the blonde nods slowly with a wince.

The girl is beyond tired and clearly in a lot of pain. Guilt washes over the young Blake, knowing that if she hadn't provoked their kidnapper then maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't have hurt the girl next to her. And yet she didn't seem angry or upset- just tired. But she still had the strength to step in and save Octavia from whether the man was intending to do to her, and for that she was eternally grateful.

"What's yours?" She tries to ask. A stranger saved her life and she wanted to know her name. Besides, from the looks of their surroundings they were going to be here for a while. At least Octavia- hoped it wouldn't be too long.

The girl shakes her head and continues to stare ahead into the darkness, her thin body curled in on itself as she speaks.

"Doesn't matter." Octavia gulps at the sound of defeat in her voice.

Just how long has this girl been trapped here? Has she no hope left? Has this man stripped away every ounce of will in her life that remained? The girls may be restrained and held captive against their will with no freedom, but their names are the very last thing they own and have for themselves. To Octavia it is important.

"It does to me." 

The blonde looks at her for the first time and it takes everything in Octavia not to gasp. There were fresh bruises along her neck and cheek, including fresh blood trickling down her temple still. Not only were the bruises and blood offsetting, but her skin was notably paler, if at all possible. Being trapped in a basement with barley a sliver of light would make anyone's complexion lighter, but Octavia could tell it wasn't just the absence of UV rays and natural lighting that caused this girls unnatural paleness. As they sit in the cold unforgiving darkness, Octavia watches as the other girl sits in silence with her arms wrapped around her knees, squeezing them to her chest.

"Clarke." She mutters, her voice but a slither above a whisper. Octavia waits for more but after a few moments she knows that's all she would get out of her on this subject.

"Clarke. How-" The young Blake gulps as she glances into the darkness, her eyes straining to see the door she now knows is above the stairs. "How long have you been here?" The blonde scoffs as shakes her head looking up, but not above where the door leads- no- but to the ceiling bared above them.

"Depends. What year is it?" 

Again Octavia is stunned to silence. At first she thinks that Clark is making a bad joke, that she couldn't possibly be serious. It was clear that she had been here for some time but was it really possible for her to be here for years? The only way to know was to answer a question- And so she does.