Lola opened her eyes. Blurred dots covered her vision as her eyes strained painfully to focus her gaze. She felt her head pounding against her head as she used all her strength to let her eyes adjust to the dark room.
Lola was painfully aware of how exhausted and achy her body was. She frantically searched around the room desperately trying to figure out where she was. Attempting to move around the room she felt her movements forcefully halted to a stop. She instantly turned her head to the side, seeing her wrists chained up, the rusted metal clasped tightly around from the ceiling, the chains rattling slightly.
The movements made the chains echo into the vast cell that Lola was taken prisoner in. The memories of what happened previously came flooding back to her.
"Avery!" Lola desperately tried to scream, but the words never came out, sitting like a bubble in her throat- making it hard for her to breathe. Her movements were paralyzed, like someone was holding her down with so much force that it pained her.
All she could do was stare helplessly at the unconscious girl in the living room that was torn apart, bruised and bloody- unrecognizable to the human eye.
Lola immediately started thrashing around, desperate to escape from the place. She stared around, trying to find something small to unlock the chains from her wrists. Lola could easily escape once she got out of these stupid chains.
"Couldn't have made them more tight, assholes," She sarcastically mumbled under her breath, feeling her blood circulation getting cut off.
Her thoughts were quickly disrupted by the sound of a loud screeching door opening, causing Lola to wince at the chalkboard-like noise. Her eyes trained towards the sound, trying to see where the door was.
The room was pitch black and cold, leaving the girl to only guess what was in the shadows of the room she was in- it terrified her to say the least. The heavy footsteps hit against the concrete floor, anxiety and fear coursing through her veins, squinting her eyes to try to pinpoint anything.
"Oh joy," A clasp of hands echoed the room. The deep voice boomed across the room; the sinister and psychotic tone made Lola shiver against the cold metal. She still couldn't see the person who lurked in the shadows. "She's awake."
Lola finally was able to see an outline of a person. She suspected the man to be taller than 6 feet. The man took a few steps forward, revealing himself into the dimly lit room. Lola's eyes widened.
The man was huge, muscles bulging out of his arms. Tattoos covered the man's bare skin that went up to his neck. His black hair was neatly combed into a bun, revealing a stitched up scar that danced around his forehead. Lola noticed his piercing green gaze staring into hers with a crazed smirk plastered on his face.
The man took her silence as an opportunity to take in her appearance. Lola didn't even realize her wrists were dripping with blood, most likely from her attempt at freeing herself. She ignored the pain, thrashing around, her hand growing in pain as she tortured herself to get out and punch the man.
She didn't care if she was about to lose her hand in the process, biting back the screams in agony as she felt her bones stretch as she continued to force her hand through.
The man instantly caught on to what she was doing, sprinting towards her to stop her movements. Lola took this opportunity to jerk her head forward, colliding with his nose. He groaned, quickly covering his now broken nose as he immediately retracted his steps. Lola smirked.
The green eyed man didn't seem in pain for long, letting out a cold and dark laugh that twisted Lola's insides. She was sure the man was in pain, yet he didn't seem like he was. He continued laughing like a maniac, shaking his head slowly as he turned his attention towards the wide-eyed girl.
