Devil Says 'H!'

Chapter 19

A very small sound of a creaking door made Skylar open her eyes slowly. She did not change the position of how she was, and remained in the same way, as though she was sleeping. But she kept her eyes and ears open. Skylar heard two large feet enter the room. They sounded as though they did not want to be heard. But due to their large weight, their foot steps were too loud. She heard them saunter to the room, and a sound of a silver plate being pushed to the side was heard.

"What is this?" one of the men asked. He walked a few more steps and with a sound of metal scraping on the floor, took the plate of food for his hand. It was the food that was given to Skylar the previous day.

"Yeah, she doesn't eat." the other man replied, and Skylar imagined him rolling his eyes.

"Why?" the first man asked, turning towards the second man.

He shrugged. "Not worried about that. I don't care." he said.

"Hadn't she eaten anything all this time?" the first man asked again.

"Nope. The plates were always the same. Always filled with food. Just as it was." he said in a final note and turned.

"Oh. Doesn't matter anyway, right?" the first man asked. The second man turned towards him. "Anyway she's going to kill her. So why bother with food?" he asked, and after a minute of silence, both of them laughed. They rumbled in laughter and Skylar flinched, as their laughter vibrated on her ear buds.

"But why is she still waiting to kill her? Can't she do it right now? Why wait, when the final result is going to be the same?" the first man asked, after he had stopped laughing, turning towards the second man.

He shrugged. "I don't exactly know about that," he said. "But I think that she wants all of her powers gone from her before she was killed." he dragged his feet up, and scratched his chin.

"Aah," the first man said, understanding the concept. "So, that's why she's being tortured?" he asked, breaking his knuckles.

"Yep, that's right." the first man said, and Skylar craned her head to the side trying to hear more, as their voices were downed by the sound of the opening of the creaking door. After the door was shut behind the two of them, Skylar lifted her head up slowly, and stared behind.

She gently massaged her forehead, as the new gash on her cheek made her taste blood on her tongue. So, that is why she's being kept a secret yet. She knew why she was kidnapped and brought here. The end result was obvious for her too. But what she did not know was the reason for the immense torture that she was undergoing through. That made sense. She was not only trying to kill her, but also to make all of her powers disappear, and then kill her. That way, when death finally comes towards Skylar, she can be ensured that she will not escape again. Or maybe she will not even reawaken after her death. But Skylar scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion.

Has anyone ever been reawaken by death?

Hot new tears rooted down Skylar's face. She tried to sit up straight, but as she was feeling dizzy, she fell back onto the floor again. She shivered on the cold floor, and hugged herself closer. Ever since she was kidnapped, her routine had been the same. She would wake up every time after falling into unconsciousness, and before long, the men would come in, and beat her up. But for all of these days, none of the men were the same. The same man never beated her up twice. And what surprised Skylar was, that, not even once did the men try to take matters further than the beating. They never tried any hanky panky with her. Maybe they thought that she was too dirty for them. After their beatings were finished, Skylar would be pushed back roughly to the floor, where her pains would go up by a ten folds. Then when Skylar tries to stay awake, her pains would make her go into unconsciousness. And always she would be woken up by the sound of feet, which would come into her room to place her the dreadful plate of food. Except for that moment where they had talked just today, the men never even talked once they are in the room. Never once had she touched the plate of food. She only drank water from the tap closer to the toilet, and only that, did save her. She did not know for how long would she survive, but she did not see any aim in living anymore. If she was going to be killed anyway, why did she have to try to survive. And when she comes back to where she was, troubled sleep would engulf her. She would sleep in fear, because the nightmares would greet her once more. Then on the next day, Skylar would wake up with fresh gashes, decorating her body. And then, the day repeated.