Once her screams die down, I'm left alone in the room to watch the flickering flames. My sister's corpse is coal black and shrunken against the fire. But I still see her squirming against the heat, reaching out and trying to escape to no avail.
And then it's quiet.
Usually, the sound of flicking flames are a comfort to me. To sit beside a fire and feel its relaxing warmth against a cold night. But now, it's deadly. And I can't look away from my sister.
She's gone.
Just...gone.
It's crazy, to think how we embody these physical beings. But when our time comes, what happens? Does the energy inside of us just...vanish? Or if you look at the religious aspects, we have life after death. Right now I can't help but wonder where Denise is right now. Wherever she is, I hope she's happy and safe. Part of me is even jealous because I'm still here, trapped with him. What's going to happen to me now?
An eternity seems to pass before the door opens. By now, the flames have died down, with the coals simmering a dark orange color.
Harry crouches in front of me, holding a piece of bread. I stare blankly at him, it's as if I feel absolutely nothing. No fear, no anger...just nothing.
He holds it to my lips. I take a small bite, chew, then swallow. This repeats until I finish eating the roll. But then my stomach churns - I want to throw it up. But nothing happens.
He leaves, and I'm left in the room again.
My thoughts go blank. The fire dies down, darkness consuming me. Somewhere in the span of me sitting there, I fall asleep. Or, I think I do. It's hard to tell because when I open my eyes, I still see nothing but black. So it makes no difference if my eyes are closed or open.
I wonder how he's going to kill me. Surely he's build it all up to me. He wanted to strip me to my very core, to take away everything I had and have me watch as it's all destroyed by his very hands. So what's left now? The big finale?
The door opens again, and he enters. His footsteps, heavy and slow.
A water bottle presses against my lips. He grips my chin, gently, and dips my head back. I part my lips and welcome the warm water. I don't realize how dry my mouth is until I drink. I finish the entire bottle, and my bladder clenches. I've got to pee.
"I have to use the bathroom." I say in a hoarse whisper.
He stares at me and raises an eyebrow, as if waiting for something. I'm confused, what's he waiting for?
"Didn't you hear me?" My voice raises a bit. "I have to use the bathroom."
He stands up, continues watching me with that expectant look in his eyes. It's almost stern. After a few moments, he turns on his heels and leaves. I fight against my bonds, and my bladder clenches again. God, I don't realize how much I have to pee until I actually move. I feel like I'm about to burst.
"Harry! I have to go - I'm going to fucking pee myself!" I shout, gritting my teeth. I clench my legs together, trying to get my mind off of the horrible sensation. But it gnaws at the back of my mind, unrelenting.
I expect him to return shortly. Maybe he's going to bring be a bucket and have me pee in front of him? Right now, I can care less what fucked up thing he wants me to do. All I know is that I have to pee - and I have to pee ASAP.
It's torture, sitting there in such a state. Minutes pass by, time trickles past an hour. I'm sweating now, desperately trying to think of anything else other than how bloated I feel. Time goes on, and he doesn't return.
I dip back my head, the horrid thought of peeing myself hitting me. If he doesn't come back, I'm going to have to do it. I'd hate it, of course, but what else can I do? I can't hold it anymore.
Sure enough, I cave and wet my pants. It's not as bad as I think, though the smell's disgusting, and I don't like how it feels. But I feel relieved. Time goes by again, and it seems like forever until the door opens, and he comes back.
"You're such an asshole," I seeth harshly. "I peed myself! You happy now, huh? Is that what you wanted? To make me feel humiliated or some sick shit? Well, I don't care. I don't!"
I'm desperate for him to get bored with me, or for me to get the upper hand, to not be fazed with his stupid games. But he just stares at me, arms crossed loosely over his chest, and says nothing.
I'm quickly getting sick of his silence.
"What the hell are you going to do now, huh? Kill me? Well do it! I don't care anymore! If you don't kill me now, as soon as you get these things off of me, I'll fucking choke you myself! I swear!" I'm a raging monster and seeing nothing but red. I don't take into account what consequences my words will bring. But he doesn't get angry. He just stares with that cold look in his eyes, my words, once again, having no hold over him.
Bastard.
"Why don't you fucking man up!" I snarl, fighting against my bindings viciously. "Untie me, and let's finish this right now and right here. Or do you not have the balls?"
He sighs, it's so quiet that I barely notice it. With one final look my way, he turns back around and leaves the room, encasing me back in darkness.
I scream until my throat's raw. I push against my bindings until I knock the chair over, and my cheek hits the ground hard. Now I'm stuck in an awful position, and I can't upright myself.
Shit.
I shout and howl until I can't make anymore noise. Then I sit there, breathing heavily, and try to process the situation. I try to think of a way out. But the only conclusion I can come up with is that I have to wait for the moment when he frees me - if he ever decides to do that. Right now he's probably playing some kind of sick psychological game, he's trying to break me down even more before he completely destroys me.
But little does he know that I'm not caving in to his shit, not anymore. He's in for it, and he probably has no idea.
