Deadly and Dangerous

Chapter 9 : Dark room

I groggily opened my eyes, to find myself in some dark room with absolutely no light entering anywhere, in any crevice. My eyes had to adjust to it immensely. I tried speaking, but I realized that I was still gagged, and my hands and feet were bound to the feet and arms of the chair that I am sitting in.

How did I get here? I tried recalling everything that happened, when suddenly there was an overwhelming flood of memories that hit me - Maria being shot, me being drugged, Maria...dying. The very thought brought tears to my eyes but I could not cry in front of these men. I could not show weakness. They probably thrived on people's weaknesses', it probably gave them the power that they needed to destroy someone's life.

I tried wiggling in my seat, trying to loosen the ropes, however, they were extremely tight and I was pretty sure that there was going to be bruises if I ever got out. As I was struggling, I heard the door open and in walked The Pig himself. Dressed in a black, well tailored suit. Without the balaclava, I saw his facial features more clearly. He did have dark eyes, and many wrinkles on his face.

He smiled at me, with yellow crooked teeth, that made me grimace. He took agonizingly slow steps forward until he stopped about a meter away from me, only then did I notice the Four Fingers Knuckle Hand Ring that was secured on his right hand.

"I see that you're awake bellezza." He said, looking at me creepily while his eyes ran up and down my body.

beauty

"Le cose che io sogno di fare per voi!" He murmured, while walking forward and caressing my face.

the things I dream of doing to you

I flinched away from him, feeling disgusted by his revolting touch, but he only gripped my face harder, forcing me to look at him. He removed the gag out from my mouth and started leaning in closer, as if he wanted a kiss. As soon as his face was in range, I coughed up my phlegm and spat it right in between his eyes.

He casually stood and used a rag in his pocket to wipe it off, before folding it carefully and giving me a sardonic smile. 

I felt the blow quicker than anticipated, he used the weapon on his fingers expertly, which makes me believe that he has had a lot of practice. My face was turned all the way to the side, already anticipating the next blow, which came seconds later. My face was hit from both sides, feeling as if I was hit directly with concrete. This was sure to leave bruises. The pain was overbearing and my tears started running down my face.

He tilted my face up and looked at me carefully before licking my tears. I cried out in disgust, which caused another blow to take place to my face again. And another. And another.

I could feel the blood dripping from my cut-open cheek. What was truly painful, was that he left the room, while I cried silently praying that he wouldn't kill me only to find out he came back, this time with vinegar.

He poured vinegar onto a cloth, and started making his way towards me once more.

"No, please!" I begged, tears threatening to fall again. I tried moving as far back as possible, but I was confined to this chair.

"This is what happens when you resist me." He said, smiling cruelly. He grabbed my face with one hand, making sure I sat still, while he applied the vinegar to my cut-open skin, with the other one.

I screamed out due to the agonizing pain of vinegar touching my freshly given wounds but he wouldn't relent. He held me to him, listening to my pleas for him to stop, crying incessantly, begging. He just chuckled saying that I deserved it. 

After torturous minutes of sitting there in pain. He released my face and pulled up a stool and sat directly opposite me, watching me as if I was his prey.