Night Terrors

Chains

                Instantly I felt a numb sensation across my back, which began to itch, then feel like a burn. It felt as though I was bleeding but I could not see. I lifted my head, crying in agonizing pain; I was being whipped. I started to reach for my back but I had discovered that my arms were chained to the ceiling and my legs to the floor. I took a few deep breaths; I was then whipped again.

"Tell me what you know!" A male voice yelled from behind me. I tried to speak through the affliction.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I finally wailed.

"Bull!" The man hollered. He then walked in front of me and I could make out his basic appearance. He had these sky blue eyes, black hair, flawless facial structure; he was admittedly handsome for someone who was torturing me for unknown reasons.

"I swear! I don't know!" I tried to make him see that I was telling the truth but he just whipped me again.

"What do you know about Dimitri and Rossana?" He was a very persistent man.

"I already told you; I don't know anything." I was hissing through my teeth; ready for the torturous pain of the whip hitting my back once more. "I don't even know who you are!" He whipped my back once again.

"Fredric." He gave the most devilish smile one could imagine.

"What happens if I don't tell you?" I asked in a hushed voice. His smile dropped.

"I will torture you to the point where you beg for me to go back to just the whip." He growled.

"But I really don't know anything..." My voice was low and genuine. I was so terrified and I couldn't tell if he didn't see that or just didn't care.

"I don't believe you."

"You should; I'm being honest." As soon as I said this he walked up to my face and lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes. It's as though he was trying to read my mind.

"Okay." He said slowly. I just stared at him, completely bewildered. Something in him changed; like he suddenly showed mercy. "I believe you." I sighed in relief. He immediately released me from the chains; I fell instantly onto the cold concrete floor.

"Thank you." I said, trying to catch my breath.

"I realize you don't remember... but I know you did." He replied in a sketchy tone.

"What are you going to do?" I began to worry once again. Just then, Frederic signaled for me to get up and follow him; so I did. He led me down a dark, unlit corridor and opened the door at the end. My eyes widened. Therewas a wall full of knives and swords of all sizes and a wall covered in everykind of gun... it was a murder room.

"Since you can't give me what I want; I'm going to have to kill you." He smiled.

Before I could even try to escape, the door slammed shut on me. I screamed out a name... the last name I would ever say as Frederic's machete came towards me.

"Greyson!"