Trapped In Lace [DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.]

Chapter 11

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

BANG!

I jolt awake to the sound of metal on metal. Catching up with myself my eyes slowly adjust from being blurry to crystal. My head changes from foggy and fuzzy to alert and confused. 

Where.. Where am I?  

With that my mind flashes back to what it could remember. It showed my the fight scene and the place and time of my capture. 

I zone back in and take a look at my surroundings, it looks like I'm in a basement. It's so cold... and dark... A small hole in a wall illuminates the four walls of the small room I am trapped in. 

I was sat on a wooden bed that was chained to the wall as well as myself. It kind of looked like one of those bed you would see in a serial killer documentary, wooden plank with a thin mattress with chains on the corners that were attached diagonally to the wall. 

Opposite me was a sink that held all responsibility for the antagonising dripping that would happen every few seconds. Next to that was a metal toilet that you see in a public run down restroom in the middle of nowhere.

I sit up and put my back against the wet, mouldy brick wall. Taking in my surrounding for any means of escape. Then I see it, a metal door. I tried to get up and inspect it but the chains held me bound to the crusty bed. 

Sighing, I lean my head on the wall and try to dose off. However the tap nor the screaming allowed that. Like what is the need to scream? It's not like they are going to just let you out because you were annoying. If anything its going to make them kill you quicker.

I snap back to reality at the sound of more metal on metal. I avert my head down to avoid eye contact. 

"Looks like somebody's awake." A voice chuckled, I look up through my brows and see the two handsome men from my apartment. I look back to the ground again, not giving them what I think they want. 

"Gone all shy on us? Aw, don't play that game! We just want to ask you some questions." The sarcastic man spoke mockingly.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice gruff from the lack of liquids. 

"Well first off. You're not the one who is going to be asking the questions today, we are." Mr Mc Honest commented. "Secondly, you will look at us when we are speaking to you. I know you can look at us by the amount you were glaring yesterday."

I finally look up and have a cold and empty expression on my face. I'm avoiding showing them any emotion so that I can hide how nervous I actually am. 

"Great, now that that's over and done with." Mr sarcasm clapped his hands as he spoke. "Lets just get done with the formalities. Hello, my name is Sinn Crassus." 

"And I'm Luciano Hayes." The other said, seemingly unbothered by this whole situation while his friend bathed in it joyfully.

Ok got it. 

Mr ''Honest'' = Luciano 

Mr Sarcasm = Sinn

Perfect.

"You are?" 

I look up at him slowly and answer his question, "You know full well who I am." I look back down, still trying to avoid their gazes. 

"Technically, yes. I do. But I want you to say it yourself." Luciano said while giving a slight tilt of his head. 

"No." I reply, not wanting to talk to them at all.

"Oh? Okay, in that case I'm guessing you don't want a nice room and meals everyday? We were going to give you all of that if you complied but I suppose you don't want it-" Luciano's jaw ticked as he spoke, not long after I interrupt him. 

"Fine." I finally give up at the sound of a nice comfortable bed and actual edible food. I cant remember the last time I ate... 

"Glad we are on the same page." They both looked at me as if reading my life story. "We will bring you food for now then we will take you to your room. You will need a good night's sleep especially because of what is happening tomorrow." 

"What's happening tomorrow?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow up in confusion to there words.

"You will see. For now take a nap, think, bang your head on the wall for all I care just stay here and wait for a maid or a guard to come down." Sinn spoke up after a little while of letting Luciano take the reigns. 

With that final statement they left again. The familiarity of the banging met my ears again as well as the constant dripping. 

I was left to my senses. Having nothing else to do, I shut my eyes and thought. Not good things but bad ones. 

Just like before. Darkness.