Youforia [N.H]

46

Aycie Locke

31st July, Miami.

My screams are silent, my limbs are heavy. I'm opening my mouth I'm pushing all the oxygen out my body until my lungs are shaking for another breath, I'm desperate to make a sound and my face is red from from my silent screams that take up all my energy.

"No! No! No! No! No!" I cry and I scream, why is no sound coming out?"

I'm being dragged through a dark endless alley. There's no shops, no nightclubs, no casinos or bars, it's just two brick walls with no end, I can look up and see the dark sky and the streetlights but the sound of my feet dragging across the gravel never stops.

"No! Please No!" I move my lips and my tongue to scream the words but still, there's no sound.

The sound of gravel stops and I scrunch my eyes up tight, I already know what's coming.

My breath is knocked out of me at the sheer force I'm pushed against the cold, brick wall.

Tears prick in my eye ducts and grow until they seep down into my eye-line, they blur my vision until another tear forms and it spills the liquid at the outside of my eye to cascade down my face. A burning hot trail is left on my cheek that sears the skin underneath and adds to the little microscopic details of pain that cover my body.

Like the wrists behind my back that are rubbing against the stony wall and creating a sharp painful friction. My ankles that had been kicked from beneath me, a splicing pain shoots through them that aches into a throbbing feeling.

"Who left a pretty little girl like you walking around here? You shouldn't expect any less considering you were stupid enough to walk here in the first place"

A hand goes to my mouth and I widen my eyes, the hooded figure dressed in all black wears a mask over his face and black gloves over his hands. All I can see are those eyes, those dark, black eyes that burn intense trails down my body and back up until they strike fear into my own with how evil the colours and shadows are casted over them.

I feel the material of the gloves move into my mouth and it's only now that I regains the use of my body and my vocal chords as I writhe around, feeling the skin on my wrists breaking against the rough wall as my body flails in attempt to escape.

My throat closes around the fingers and I start choking as they don't pull back, it's a never ending feeling. I can't breathe without my throat contracting which causes me to gag, I can't scream all I can do is cry and fight with my legs.

He harshly yanks his hand out and my head drops down as I gasp for a breath but I'm not given any time to think before I'm shoved down harshly.

"No! Leave me alone please I'm begging you! I don't want to do this please!" I cry and bring my hands up to my eyes, I let my body fall back against the wall and I shuffle back to bring my knees up to my chest.

Think of something nice, think of somewhere nice.

A sharp pain spreads through my head and I'm jolted forward by a hand pulling at my hair. I grip the hand that has all my hair bunched up and I try to pull it off until something cold is pressed against my neck.

I immediately drop my hands and my breathing shallows, my body doesn't dare to move a muscle as the sharp blade threatens to apply more pressure as my eyes glance up to see him with wicked grin on his face.