I jolted awake. I believe that I'd opened my (thankfully no longer bleeding) wound in an attempt to get up and passed out from blood loss, but that's just my guess. How does someone not notice when they're bleeding out? What the hell? My heart started racing once again as the nights events rushed to my head. What time is it? I thought, where am I? Why? Who did this? I couldn't possibly begin to wrap my mind around why someone would do this, and the strangest part is- it didn't even seem physically possible for me to have gotten in this little prison box in the first place.
There was no way in or out, so how did my kidnapper even manage to drag me in here and then get back out? I looked back down at the wound in my side and winced when I traced my fingers over it. Small, jagged stitches were visible. Someone didn't go to medical school.
I'm surprised I haven't bled out yet... I try to get up, and this time I succeed and stand myself up, using the wall for support.
The lighting in here was eerie and it hurt my eyes to open them. It was bright and obnoxious, almost like a hospital. I begin to walk around the perimeter of the wall, managing to keep on my feet. Almost out of no where I hear a loud, static like cough.
My eyes widen as I jump at the unexpected noise and just about trip over my feet. "Wh-" I begin to talk "Shhh.. If you talk, it'll only annoy me, and believe me when I tell you, that won't end well on your part." A rough, gritty voice explains through a distant sounding receiver-like intercom, hence why there's so much static.
I keep my mouth shut, sensing the person has more to say. I can feel myself start begin to sweat as my mind works itself up, thinking about all of the possibilities of what this person might want to do to me. My hands are uncomfortably clammy.
"I'm sure you're wondering why you're here," The voice continues, "and I might as well give you an answer, considering I have nothing better to do with my time."
"See the thing is, I'm bored. As I said, I have nothing better to do with my time than sit here and mess with you. Now how pathetic is that?" he follows with an answer to his own question, "It's very pathetic."
The man sighs, and clears his throat a little, preparing himself for whatever else he has to say. "I'm sure you've noticed that there's no doors or windows," he pauses for a moment, "or maybe not, considering that you don't look like a very bright girl." he lets out a small, emotionless laugh.
"Anyways, you're not lookin too hot. Man you should see yourself. Pasty white, dark circles under your bloodshot eyes.. Looks like you've just been through a rough break up and you haven't left your house for days.", and once again, comes another small, emotionless laugh.
I ball my fists, receiving a faint tingly feeling. I feel hot, my face is burning up. I can hardly contain my anger towards this man, knowing that he's simply toying with me.
"Aww, did I anger the little monkey?" He coos, in a sarcastic manner.
"You're a fucking lunatic." I growl, through gritted teeth. "How dare you not only fucking STAB me, but MESS with me like I'm some sort of pet?" I exhale, in the hopes to calm myself down. "You're insane. You deserve to be dead. You're less than human, you unworthy piece of trash."
If you haven't notice, I tend to get unnecessarily rude when I'm angry. Well, in this case I don't believe I can say that it's unnecessary.
"Uh-oh. The little monkey isn't very obedient. Did I not just tell you not to speak?", he giggles in an unsettling manner. Goosebumps race up through out my body and I shiver. "Less than human? Can we just take a moment and look at what position you're in right now? How can you tell me that I'm less than human, when you've been stripped of all of your humane rights? You might as well not be human either. Watch yourself little girl." He sighs, and I can faintly hear him biting at his nails through the mic.
I frown and glare at the floor, his words overlapping each other in my head. He's actually right.
"Whatever." he starts, "I'll fix up that wound of yours after you fall asleep again. Can't have you dying on me, now can I? Oh no, not before I get the chance to show you all of my shiny new toys.. We'll have a little play date, yeah? What do you say?" I can almost hear his disturbingly large grin as he more of breathes out his words rather than pronounce them.
Before receiving an answer, I hear him shut off the mic, and with that small muffled sound, he's gone. Or not. I shiver while thinking that he takes pleasure in watching me in this state.
I position my body on the cold, concrete floor. Staring at the ceiling, I begin to think of my friends and family. Are they looking for me right now? How long have I even been here?
My mind races, and again, I find myself engulfed in darkness as my mind takes a break. I fall asleep.
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A/N~ alright so I keep finding myself coming back to these two chapters and edit them over and over again. I'll make a chapter, then edit it a hundred times, and finally make another. I'm sorry I take so long to do these. I completely forget about this ongoing story of mine and then I'll randomly think of it months and months later. Which basically only leads me to editing it again. So sorry about that. -Jay
