Dark and Twisted

Chapter Forty-Two

'What the fuck happened?' I thought to myself.

I opened my eyes trying to let them adjust to the haze over them, waiting for it to dissolve. The room I was in was made of dark colored bricks but as big as cement blocks. I could hear water dripping on what I assumed was the floor. My arms ached, burned even. I tried to pull my hands to my face thinking rubbing my eyes would help them focus faster, but I heard a noise that sent chills down my spine. Chains clinging with every movement I made.

'God damn it.' My heart sank as I began to realize the situation, I was in.

"Well, it's about time you woke up." I heard a raspy voice come from the corner of the room.

"Where am I?" My voice sounded cold with anger but also confusion.

"You are in a safe place... Well, a safe place for me, but you." The unseen man let out a chuckle, "This will be the last place you see before you die." His laugh was almost uncontrollable.

"Yeah, I've heard that one before." My smart-ass comment shut him up for a second.

"You won't have that fighting spirit by the time I'm done with you." He took offense to my optimism.

"Oh, come on. I haven't even tried to get under your skin yet and you are already getting your thong in a wad." I smiled with my remark knowing it would rub this guy the wrong way.

The only light that broke through the darkness of this room was a ray of sunshine from a small window cut out on the top of one of the walls. My lips were warm from the single beam gliding across them.

"Are your arms tired yet?" The dark figure stepped closer to me.

"I mean they are suspended above my head and the only things holding me up so yeah, I guess they tingle a little." I wasn't going to give him satisfaction in knowing my wrists felt like they were on fire from the chains wrapped around them and the weight of my body causing the skin under the chains to make small tears with every movement I tried to make.

"Let me make you more comfortable." His lips curled into a twisted smile.

He grabbed a rope that wreaked of gasoline, off one of the far walls.

"Here boy, try this on." He laughed.

He tied the rope into a noose and placed it over my head, around my neck. He through the slack over a wooden beam that crossed over my already hanging body. Once the rope was over the beam and back in his hands he pulled as hard as he could.

"This rope will be tight enough to make you want to pass out, but not tight enough to make you die." He stepped in front of me, looking me in the eyes.

I started to gasp for air. I could only pull myself up so much using the chains that held me in the air. The pain that shot through my arms just so I could breathe was unbearable.

"I'll come check on you in a few days to see how well that spirit of yours is doing." Without saying another word, he left the room through a door I didn't even see at first.

The rope around my neck burned my skin from the gasoline. Drops of the toxic liquid fell down my body making me whence with every cut it passed over.

'They are going to kill me.' I couldn't control the feeling of hopelessness that was taking over me.

"Everlynn... Can you hear me?... Baby, please hear me..." The whispers of desperation left my lips.

Days seemed to pass before I heard any other voices besides my own. I could tell it was night because the makeshift window no longer had light piercing through it. I had been struggling to stay alive since that fucker left me hanging like this. I had rope burns surrounding all sides of my neck, my arms felt like they were close to ripping out of their own sockets... The guy has barely touched me, and my body already feels like it can't take anymore... Reality set in that I would never get to see her again... I would never get to touch her or love her again. How could they find me when I didn't even know where I was?