kidnapped

chapter 8

I awoke to the sound of a cell door opening and a girl roughly 7 screaming. she looked like me: tatty hair and was wearing a fairy costume. her arms and legs were also tattered up and she had dark grey bags under her eyes. "LET GO OF ME!!!, PLEASE JUST LET ME GO!" the man ignored her and threw her into the cell across from me. he grinned at the sight of her wincing, he is a sick man i thought to myself. He walked into my cell and sat down grinning at me now. "what do you want?" i asked him in disgust. "im just here to tell you, you'll never escape or save that little girl over there." he looked over at the cage that the now dead silent girl was in. "get out" i said in disgust. "or what?" "or i will gouge your eyes out, the left one then the right one and shove them down your throat. and i will rip every single nail off of your hands and they will follow after the eyes you choked on. i will make you suffer the pain that we have to go through. i will keep you alive and let everyone you've hurt watch in joy as you scream in pain. good idea?" with that he stood up. "you are a sick mined disgu-" "OUT NOW!" i yelled and he cowardly ran out of the room. wow i actually scared him and i scared myself. i heard some muffled sobs from the cell opposite me, i walked over to the door "hey girl are you ok?" i whispered over to her. she sat up and turned towards me. i met with her cold, soulless grey eyes as she sobbed more. "i want to go home, i dont want to be here, i want to be cuddled up with my mum and dog lilly." she was making me cry aswell reminding me about my family and about sean, i miss sean so much, i miss our amazing sweet voices colliding together.

"we will get out of here dont worry, whats your name?" "its......um..layla, whats your name?" "my name is amy, dont worry we'll get out of here i promise. the scared facial expression changed to a terrified look as a different man opened the cell door and walked in. "come on, lets go." he grabbed my arm hard making me wince in pain. he dragged me to a room, the walls and floor were covered in a sticky burgundy substance smelling like death had vomited blood and someone died buried in it. there was another metal table and some 'equipment' on the wall. the sight and smell made me urge.

he tied me to the table and grabbed a small silver thing which looked like a scalpel. "this is what happens when you 'scare' my colleges." my eyes widened in horror as he drew the scalpel to my leg. the blade sliced my flesh in a slow excruciating pain. the blade was only cutting shallow cuts but what felt like it hit my bone. i screamed and struggled through the pain. he brought the scalpel up to my chest making me black out.