Prison Of Perfection

Part 6

-Warning: This part contains content that some readers may find disturbing. Reader discretion advised.-

I woke up but could barely open my eyes. It took a while to figure out my surroundings but slowly, i started to recognise more things and the more i did, the more i was petrified. I was in a a really dark room with no windows or air vents, only a steel door. I was tied up with my hands in ceiling shacks and my feet tied very loosely to the floor. In front of me was a stool with a camera on it pointing right a me. On the floor was a massive bag which looked full of items different shapes and sizes. I had no clothes on apart from my underwear, nobody had ever seen this much of me before. I was petrified, mother never said anything about THIS. Was it a thing you did when you met new friends? No, of course it wasn't. I started to shake and scream for help. Eventually, a tall man walked in the room. He wore nothing but black jeans and a ski mask.

'Who-who are you?' The tall figure walked up to me 'Please! What am i doing here?' He said nothing but put his finger to his lips then pointed to the camera. The red recording light was on. He started to circle me. He stopped in front of me and knelt down. He started stroking my legs, i didn't know what on earth he was doing. He stopped, then looked up at me. He was about to reach for my underwear. I knew exactly what he was going to do, i wasn't stupid I just never had any education in this before, there was no need to, when would anything like this happen to a princess? 'NO!' I screamed. My feet were loose enough that i could knee him right in the dick. He groaned in agony and collapsed to the floor. His head snapped up at me. He got up and ran straight to the bag and pulled out a massive machete. My heart stopped as he raced over towards me. He stood behind me so the camera could see and slit all the way across my stomach. I screamed in pain, i've never felt much pain before. He looked at me and said in a weird accent 'Don't worry, i'm not gonna kill you yet, i aint done with you bitch'. He walked out the room most probably to assess the damage i caused him.

I was shaking uncontrollably. Why would he do this to me? How could he? I dont deserve this at all. I thought all hope was lost until something caught my eye. On the floor was a phone, it must've fell out when he dropped to the floor. With my toes, i managed to turn the screen on. I opened up emergency calls then dialled 999. The room was so quiet that i could here the phone ring. A lady picked up. '999, whats your emergency'. My voice came out shaky and slow, 'H-hello, i d-dont know where i am. A man slit me across my stomach a-and i dont know where he's gone, he said he's gonna kill me, p-please help me'. 'Okay hun, do you have any idea what so ever where you are and is the wound serious?' 'I have no idea where i am a-and the wounds really bad'. 'Okay, i'm going to need you to stay calm, we've found the gps signal on your phone, police and medical care are on there way now. 'Th-thank you'. The phone hung up. I was there for about 5 minuets when i heard police sirens outside the house. I was relieved. However, the relief completely drained out of me when i saw the guy standing at the door. His mask was off, it was the guy who drove me here. 'You fucking stupid bitch, how did you-' He looked at my feet and saw his phone. The rage in his face was so intense, i thought he was going to explode. He grabbed the knife on the table and walked towards me.