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Anyways here's the next looong overdo torture session... hope you enjoy
Rebbeca gets a back bone :)
Chapter 14~~ No More
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Red. Blood red. I gasped out and frantically wiped at my face, looking down every time to find more red liquid smeared over my hands and crying more because of it. “Nonononononono!” this couldn’t be happening! Humans didn’t cry red tears! They didn’t, just plain didn’t! Yet…. I held out a trembling hand.
Did this mean…. that I wasn’t human?
“Oh god!” I moaned. Why was this happening to me? Why was life so goddamn cruel? Was I dying? Was that why the tears were colored? Was blood actually pouring out through my eyes? My insides clenched at the thought and I clutched my head in my hands.
‘Get a hold of yourself Rebecca’ I thought desperately, ‘Crying is not going to help, panicking is going to make things worse. You have to think!’ I twisted my hands into my hair and yanked hard. ‘Think! Think! Think! Think! THINK!’ What was there to think about? I was trapped. Used. An object. A shudder shook through my entire form. That’s what Damien said, that I was his to do with as he pleased, to kill or to play with. Was it true? Was I actually an-
Object…
Abruptly I shoved the thought away and yanked hard on my hair.
“NO!” I spat. “Not an object. Not a thing. I’m a living person and I don’t belong to Anyone! Definitely not an asshole like fucking Damien!” I pushed myself up to a sitting position and glared around the room. Nothing but things Damien liked. No sharp objects, nothing in any way helpful. With a sigh I gingerly got to my feet, holding out my arms to stop myself from tipping over.
There must be some way…
I looked at the metal lock on the door and cursed. I’d picked several locks before but none so heavy and big. Damn, the hole was small so it had to be a wire of some sort but with the lock mechanism so all and made of metal a normal wire would break. What a pain.
I stumbled haltingly over to the metal door, biting my lip to keep from crying out as sore muscles and bruises stretched. Had to… get over … to the door.
“Ah!” my ankle twisted sharply to the side and I fell partially to my knees. “OW!” I grabbed the throbbing part and grimace. “Damn, how the hell am I supposed to get out of the compound when I can’t get out of the damn room?” I panted, rubbing at my ankle to try to stop the aches and shocks of pain. The realization of how stupid I’d been for the past few days hit me: I had refused nourishment I could’ve used to get out of here.
The anger within me grew. At myself, at Damien, at the stupid vampire who’d brought me here in the first place.
Why me?
Why was it my life that was chosen to go straight to Hell?
‘Don’t think like that!’ I shook my head and growled low in my throat. If I started thinking like that I’d never get out of here. ‘Leave your pessimism and get to work on the lock Rebecca! It’s only a matter of time before Damien comes back and he’ll surely do something worse than what he did just now.’ Panic shot through me and I shuddered. I couldn’t be here when he came back. Couldn’t. He had looked so angry when he had left… The image of his eyes flashed through my mind and I felt the hairs on the nape of my neck rise up. If he found me escaping…
I fought not to keen at thought.
He’d kill me…
If he was merciful.
My eyes strayed to the rusted lock once more and I felt my stomach drop.
He was never merciful.
And.
That’s.
Why.
I.
Needed.
To.
Get.
Out.
Taking a deep breath, I braced myself for the pain and prayed to god that it wouldn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. The funny thing in the past? Usually it turned out that the pain really wasn’t as bad as I had thought. Ironic thing about now? It hurt a hell of a lot worse than I expected.
“NGHH…”
I shakily stood up, knees threatening to buckle as I balanced on unsteady fragile feet. Fragile. Delicate. Feeble. That was what I was. A nothingness with no way to protect itself from the harsh workings of the world. It was disgusting how long it had taken me to understand this, to face the obvious facts that shone upon me like a blood red beacon to all those who would take advantage of it; all those who would pay no mind at all to hurl me into Hells’ fires for their own greedy gain. Despicable. I was that and so much more. A pathetic mouse cowering at the click of claws only to be soothed to sleep with the lions purr. I was that stupid girl in the movies that- in my former life- I had laughed at. That blonde or brunette running through a house of horrors and finding a cheesy sign that says ‘exit’ and thinks ‘How lucky am I?’ when everyone in the audience knows a killers going to be standing behind the door. I was that idiotic child shivering underneath the covers believing his parents that the monsters can’t get you if your good. That was me. Who I was and am. The worst part was, that after all this time spent in Damiens care, all the moments and hours I’d been tortured through all of my five senses and mind, I. Was. Just. Realizing. It.
And I was done.
I wouldn’t take it anymore. I wouldn’t sit there trying to make the best of things when the best of things meant being beaten and driven to slavery. I wouldn’t lay at my tormenters feet as I wailed and sniveled ‘poor me’. I wouldn’t stand for it.
No more,.
No.
More.
Fists clenching at my side I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I would do this. I would get out of here. I wouldn’t let that goddamned asshole of a leech Damien control me or my life. Because my life would be lived elsewhere.
I lifted one foot and took a step, wincing slightly as pain shot up my leg. But I didn’t stop. I didn’t back down. My steps became steadier and steadier as I pushed myself towards my goal; soon the ankle becoming a minor numbness humming in the back of my mind that I ignored. The door was closer and closer, and with it brought a plan. Only just a trickle of enlightenment- nothing more than a droplet of findings- but as I walked my mind began spinning. Around and around it, golden threads of idea that twinkled mischievously. Forming, growing; becoming the key to the rusty lock of my freedom. And just as I reached the solid surface it all clicked.
A smile slid onto my bruised face that had once worn all signs of a broken beings mask.
Simple.
Easy.
It was just the beginning of a game the vampires had begun and I would come out the victor. All I needed was the right angle to push.
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“HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!” I screamed pounding my fists frantically against the metal door. Of course none answered. Of course no one came. I was just a useless human to be drained and tossed; they were probably thinking I was running from ‘my master’. Mentally I cringed at the word. But that would change. Increasing the pounding with a renewed vigor I slammed up against it and screamed again. “YOU IDIOTS! SOMETHINGS HAPPEN---… HE’S NOT… HE’S NOT MOVING!” Playing up the part I stopped pounding and let out a choked fake sob. “What’s happening?” I cried softly, knowing with their vampire hearing they’d know what I was saying. I made sobbing noises with random mumbles for a few moments, pinching myself so tears fell from my eyes so that if they somehow scented the air they’d smell the salt. Then, when I thought it was enough of that I slammed my palm into the door. “WHAT’S HAPPENING? I WANT TO GO HOME! I WANT OUT! LET ME OUT! OUT-” slam “OUT-” slam “OUT-” slam “OUT!” I paused, realizing how harsh I was breathing but didn’t try to cover it up as it would aid my act. “HE’S NOT BREATHING HE’S NOT MOVING! HE’S A CORPSE! OH GOD! I’M IN A ROOM WITH A CORPSE!” I renewed my sobbing.
A shuffle outside the door caught my ear. ‘So they’re taking the bait’ I thought smugly, making sure to keep hyperventilating. ‘Good.’
“AHHH! IT’S A CORPSE! LET ME OUT! IT’S A CORPSE!”
A key clicked in the lock and I shared a secret smile with myself before dropping into a ball pressed against the wall just beside where the door would open. Keeping with the plan I started breathing faster and faster as if hyperventilating and I rubbed my eyes red before burying my head into my arms.
The door swung open to reveal a suspicious and wary looking vampire clothed all in black with a radio wire going up to his ear. I scanned his form up and down from the hole in my arms I had created to assure he’d brought no weapons and then broke into more sobs.
“Hey human.” I was nudged rudely with a shoe, which felt more like a kick. Feigning shivers I slowly lifted my tearstained face to him. “Where is he?”
Immediately I started shaking my head frantically. “I didn’t do it I swear! He was just leaning over me like always and then… I … I don’t know what happened… he w-was shaking and h-h-he collapsed… a-and… blood… so.. Much blood…” As if to show him I held out my lightly stained pink hands-compliments of my new tears; but he didn’t know that- and shuddered into more weeping. “I DIDN”T DO IT I DIDN’T DO IT!”
He emitted a soft growl of annoyance and struck me again. “Where the bloody hell his he?” he spat.
Hiding a smirk I covered my mouth and looked in feigned abject horror to the bed where my evidence was planted. Left over shoes Damien had forgotten were stuffed with sheets so they looked like they were attached to legs and place just so you could see them peeking out from the edge of the bed.
The vampire curled his lip to expose a pointed fang. “Shit" he cursed. briskly walking over to the bed.
In my head I was wondering why the hell he didn’t just use that vampire flicker speed to get over there but at present I was to grateful to notice because it gave me more time. Still sobbing I slowly straightened up and began inching my way out into the hall. Ah, the stupidity of males- he had left the key in the lock. Choking out phrases of ‘I didn’t do it’ and ‘Corpses… blood… NO’ I slid out into the hall just as he reached the bed and was about to round it.
“I didn’t do it. I didn’t do it-” I pulled the door closed softly and locked it, shoving the key in my cleavage. “Idiot.” I wiped the tears from my face with an arm and pulled the hem of the lingerie down some.
Time to go.
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