WARNING- Abuse, Death, Blood, Strong Language
Mitch's POV
So, I woke up in a chair, tied up. I wanted to look around but my neck was killing me. I decided to just stay still until something happens. So far, there's absolutely nothing and no one around me. There wasn't any source of lighting and it so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
I tried to escape but the rope was too tight and small for my wrists to slip out.
It's been ten minutes of struggling and silence before I heard the door open. My eyes adjusted to the dark so when I saw the bright light coming from the door, I felt like my eyes were burning.
"WELCOME TO MY... Wait, that makes no sense. HELLO MY FR- that doesn't make sense either. You know what? Let's just skip the introduction and get to the fun part." I heard someone say.
I felt a cold hand under my chin and I flinched away, immediately regretting it afterwards. The guy repeatedly punched me in my stomach and I something crack inside of me.
"That's just the beginning, kid." Right after he said that, he grabbed the back of the chair and threw it down backwards with so much force that it broke in pieces. He then grabbed my shirt and dragged me to the wall. He pulled my tied up hand up against the wall with one hand and punched my chest and ribs with the other. It hurt so much that I wanted to cry, but I knew if I did, it'll be worse.
He threw me on the ground and taped my mouth shut. He took off my shirt and grabbed a knife from his pocket. He then put the sharp knife against my stomach and I felt blood trickle down to the floor. I screamed and cried in pain but it was muffled my the tape. I felt so weak and helpless. I prayed for someone to save me but this time, no one was there. I thought the angel would help me but he wasn't there either.
Just as I thought that I'll faint, the guy picked me up by my arms and untied the rope. He dragged me to another wall and chained my arms against it. When he let go, I fell. The only thing that kept me up were my chained arms.
"You know, the cuts aren't that deep so you'll live. I don't want you to die...yet." The guy said. I saw him sit down in front of me and he smiled.
"It's fun seeing you like this. I thought you could handle it. You've been beat millions of times and you cut a lot. I see those scars on your arm. The only thing keeping people from worry are those long sleeved shirts and jackets you're wearing. You're pretty good at hiding. I wouldn't have seen that if I hadn't ripped your shirt off."
"Shut u-up. I-I haven't d-done it i-in th-re-ree weeks."
"Lying is bad. I see those red lines across your arms. I know that tells me you've done it recently. Now tell me the actual date you did it."
I stayed quiet this time. He was right. I've done it recently. The only thing that hides them physically are my long-sleeved shirts and my overused jacket.
"If you don't tell me, you'll be punished. Do you want that? Or do you want to witness your friends' blood in my hands? Maybe that's a better deal." He stood up and walked towards the door.
"W-wait!" I yelled. He looked back at me with a smirk. He closed the door and sat in front of me again.
"Go on. I'm waiting."
"I di-d it ab-about th-three days ag-o. You ha-happy?"
"Very. I will see you later for your meal. In the meantime, just hang around."
