How To Save His Life

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"Hey. Wake up." I slightly felt a hand patting my cheek. I turned my head to each side, mumbling incoherent words. The voice sounded so distant and I struggled to respond. My throat felt dry and sore. I opened my mouth a couple of times and moistened my lips, hoping to soothe the pain down.

I tried moving my hands to massage my throat, but they were restrained by something. I moved my hands a little, wincing at the raw pain that now lit up against my skin. Ropes? My eyes felt so heavy, I couldn't open them.

A bitter and strong smell overwhelmed me, making me exhale out of my nostrils out of instinct, coughing violently. It burned my nasal passages and I could feel the burning sensation creeping further up. I snapped my eyes open and coughed more, worsening the soreness in my throat.

The cloudy vision from tears that pricked at the back of my eyes prevented me from seeing. Before I could focus and take in my surroundings a cold liquid engulfed me. I gasped and blinked rapidly. Goosebumps raised up on my skin and the blast of the cold air around me made it worse. My teeth chattered nonstop and my breathing quickened.

I lifted up my head, shaking non stop, and found myself staring back at familiar blue eyes.

Eyes that I immediately recognized after the drops of water that fell from my eyelashes stopped.

"Shh..." He pressed his thumb against my quivering lips. A mix of emotions consumed me. Fear, anger, sadness, desperation. "If you scream, I'll have no choice but to knock you out again." His piercing blue eyes sent a wave of threats to me and I couldn't help but to start crying. Stifled sobs shook out of my body.

I looked down anxiously at my ankles that were tied up against each leg of the wooden chair. Angrily, I tried to pull my legs out with no use. Hot tears trickled down my cheeks. I yelled in desperation and began sobbing once more. I began to look everywhere, my eyes finally taking my surroundings in. The whole place had an eerie feeling to it. The paint on the walls were slowly deteriorating, and the rust on the corners of the cold metal floor just finished the murderer setting off. A single lightbulb that hung from a simple thread of metal beads from the high ceiling and a few feet away from my head, was the only source of light that lit up everything else.

I was in the middle of this mess. Literally.

"Where am I?!!" I still managed to get the words out of my mouth, even if they came out broken and raspy against my lips.

The man before me smirked and got down on his feet, squatting and resting his elbows on his knees. Its like seeing me suffer brought him joy. I was the highlight of his day. His face was merely inches from mine, and I could feel the heat of my anger radiating off of him. I breathed heavily, my chin held up high, avoiding his eyes.

Rough fingers grabbed a hold of my chin, bringing it down harshly. I shut my eyes and grimaced, yanking my head off in every direction to stop feeling his fingers on my skin.

He grunted in a demanded way, and grasped my jaw, putting immense strength between his hold. His fingers indented against my skin, digging my teeth in my cheeks. I could taste the coppery liquid on my tongue, staining my teeth slightly. Under his crushing fingers, I no longer had control, and I couldn't help but mumble out in pain.

"Look.At.Me."

The words came out in a growl that sent goosebumps all over my skin as he tightened his hold, making everything more painful. I forced my eyes to open until I stared back at the cold and heartless blue eyes. My cheeks burned with anger and fear.

"Where.am.I.?" I seethed between my teeth.

"That is for me to know and for you to find out. I'll decide when the time comes to tell you." He smiled and let go of his death hold. I wanted to punch him. Badly. I wanted him to feel the pain that I was feeling. Although it wouldn't compare to how my heart was being twisted around of how defeated and weak I felt, it would be something. But not only were the ropes holding me back from doing just that. The rational side of me knew if I did something, it would be worse for me. He has the upper hand.