Searching for Her [Watty Awards 2013]

Ch. 12- Crime Fits the Punishment

Ch. 12- Crime Fits the Punishment

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Olivia was escorted straight back to the area where she had been shot previously. Her heart raced, anxiety was beginning to take the upper hand of her mind. Being fearless was now the least of her concern; fear moved to the top of the emotional tower.

She knew Harris would get revenge by punishing her severally. She was forced to sit down on a chair, wooden, old, but stable. She was frozen in fear, seeing Harris come out of the shadows. The men, who had escorted her, took their open opportunity to tie her down. Once she was unable to move, Harris silently ordered the two macho men out.

Harris circled around her like a lion hunting its prey. It made her nervous, but she'd never voluntarily show she was afraid of him. Lighting a cigarette behind her, he walked around to her face again. He smirked, evilly, and brought the lit cigarette up to her face. She shook her head slowly, almost knowing what he'd do with it.

She turned her head to the side, squeezed her eyes close, and prepared for impact. Instead of the burning sensation of the cigarette, she felt the sting of a harsh slap. She groaned in pain. Harris slapped her again, on her already sore cheek. A few more slaps on each cheek, and he escalated into using his fists. His first fist collided with her right jaw; her head snapped to her left. A few more throws and she had a bloody split lip and a darkening left eye and right cheekbone. In her moment of recovering from the vicious jab to her eye, he untied her. Lifting her by the collar of her shirt, he drove her unmercifully into the brick wall surrounding them. She gasped in pain at impact. He started throwing punch after punch, then kick after kick, until she didn't move. She was conscious through the whole ordeal, but played dead in fear of getting hit again. Truthfully she could take no more. Not only was her face a bloody, bruised, and unrecognizable sight, so was her body.

When Harris saw she wasn't resisting his fists of fury, he dropped her promptly, and walked out the room like nothing had happened. Olivia peeled her right eye open, her other eye opened just a bit. She laid there for a few minutes, not daring to move. When he didn't come back, she decided to try and move. She winced and whimpered in

even the most minuet movements. She started on her hands and knees, pain racked through her frail body. She knew from hearing several cracks, during the beating, she most likely had a few broken ribs. Taking a breath, she crawled to the wall. She whimpered as all movement caused her to feel agonizing pain, but soon she felt just too numb from pain. She placed her hand on the wall, that wasn't clutching her torso, and pulled herself up. Immediately she regretted trying because her ribs hurt like heck. Her head started to spin, but she shook it off. She blindly was pacing herself around the room. When suddenly she lost her balance. She looked at her right hand, it was clutching a door handle. That's when she realized Harris had been too satisfied her punishment that he forgot to lock the door. She carefully pushed the handle and the door opened.

A/N: should she be allowed to escape or should she be captured again. Vote please.