Made to kill, Meant to Love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

When I wake up I'm in pain. My head aches and I can smell the metallic smell of blood. My head is pounding like no other. I try to place my hand to  it when I feel the restraint. I'm chained to the wall. It is so dark in here you cant see anything. Also, my feet are shackled together. I can feel the blood leaking down my head and thickening up in my platinum hair. I whimper as my ankles throb in pain from the shackles.

I look up and screamed 'Help!' I instantly regret the words that left my mouth.

"There is no help in hell, sweet heart." someone over in the distance says. I can tell it's a man, an older man. His voice sounds ridged and gruff.

"huh" I whisper in a direction.

"I've been in here for 7 1/2 years I think, or something close to that." he says. "You ain't ever gettin' out." he gruffs. I sigh and lean against the wall, and close my eyes. The rattling of iron keys awakens me. My eyes shoot open and enough light coming from the cracked door lets me see the figure of a person coming near. The familiar green eyes glowed against the dark and comes down beside me. He unlocks my shackles and unchains me from the wall. He roughly grabs my arm and pulls me up and along.   The brightness of the light ends my eyes flying tightly shut. After a few moments I open them and let them readjust to the light. He has taken me to a small room and he gave me a water bottle of blue liquid.

"Drink This." he says. "What is it?" I ask trying to keep my voice steady. "Drink it." he says again, lower tis time. "But--" "Now!" he says grabbing my throat and squeezing. I feel all the air escape from my lungs and I grab his arm digging my nails as deep as I can manage. I choke and he only squeezes tighter, unaffected by me. "I will kill you" he says getting in my face. His eyes dark black. They're as black as a starless night. "Now, drink this." He releases my throat and I gasp for my breath. I take the bottle in my hands and look down in it.  I lift the bottle to my lips and take a small smell of it. I part my lips and the liquid goes into my mouth. It's the foulest thing that's ever been on my tongue. I quickly swallow it and look forward.

"In about thirty seconds your body will become paralyzed. I only gave you enough in the bottle to keep you still for three and a half minutes. In those three and a half minutes I will be taking you to the torture room where I will chain you to a post and beat you to death. I want you to feel the pain, you angel. I want you to beg me to stop, to scream in pain. and soon, you will." right as the words leave his mouth my body falls, but not from the serum, but from his words. I hear him chuckle and walk towards me. He takes my hair and grabs a fistful of it. He yanks me up but I do not feel any pain, but tears still fall. He throws me over his shoulder like a weightless sack. My face buries in his back and I smell his scent. I feel the warmth radiating off him like a sun. "Please.." I cry. "Please...let me go...I'll do anything.." I beg.

When I wake up I'm on a soft bed, all cleaned up and in fresh clothes. I'm in a white t-shirt and light yellow shorts, even with some ankle socks on me. I sit up and hold my head and feel no pain. I look around and notice a plate. It has a pile of Macaroni and cheese and a cup of sweet tea beside it. I grab the plate and start eating. I'm starving. When it was all gone I take a sip of the tea. It filled my mouth and refreshed me. I stand up and no longer feel paralyzed. I hear the jiggling of the door knob.  I suck a deep breath to the back of my throat and my heart starts to pound really hard. All I can do can do is stand there or get back into the bed. But, that shows weakness. I need to be brave. It's what Bronx would want. The door opens and  in walks those green orbs, walking towards me. He looks me up and down more than once. And for a few moments we stand there in an uneasy silence. Now that I can properly see him in his human form, I take in all his features. He has thick dark black hair that makes his glowing eyes pop. He has high cheekbones, and a very muscular build. And when I say very muscular, he  looks like he can break me in half. His height is around 6'4 and he has on a fitted black V-neck that show his abs and chest muscles perfectly. He shoots me a glare that is full of hate, but interest.

 "Come with me." he says deeply. My eyes open wide and I realize where he is taking me. To the torture room! He's going to kill me!  He walks briskly towards me and grabbed my waist. "You know I can get you to do anything I want you to do." he says nonchalantly. "What?" I ask backing up. "Look into my eyes" he says and I look up at him. His green eyes seem to swirl and expand. They draw me in and I just want to touch him. Involuntarily I lift my hand and place it on his chest. What am I doing? I yank my hand back and blink hard a couple times. "What just happened?" I ask taking more steps back from him. "I can make you do anything, all you have to do is look into my eyes." His voice is deep and steady and I want him to talk more, just so I can listen.   

"Now, follow me." he says clutching onto my wrist. He pulls me out the door and down tons of hallways. When I can't see no longer, I hear an iron door open and three bright light come on. I feel my feet leave the ground and I see he has picked me up. The hurls my body on the ground and I hit it on impact. I try to move my body and possibly sit up but I can't. He jerks me up again and wraps chains around me. He drags me by the chains to a wooden post in the middle of the solid concrete room. He grabs more chains and wraps them around me and the post tightly where the back of my head in pushed into the wood. He grabs my arms and handcuffs the behind me, around the most and does the same with my legs. "Please.." I say with blood dripping down my face. "Please..let me go.."

I hear him grunt and he walks across the room to a table. He picks up a ..whip and walks over to me. Tears spill down my face and make my face hotter and stickier. He grabs scissors from his back pocket and walks to me. He grabs the hem of my shirt and starts cutting. He cuts my shirt and shorts all the way off, and I let him. There is no longer any point in struggling. I need to face the death I'm destined like a real angel. Brave. Just like my brother. I raise my head to him and look at his face, to see him emotionless. He pulls my hair back and looks at the birthmark on my collar bone. It's looks just like a set of wings, but not angel wings. I don't know what they belong to, and never have. I was just born with the strange mark. As another tear falls down my face, I feel him place his fingertips on my mark. His eyes wide he looks at me for the first time directly into my eyes. I feel as if he's actually looking inside me, like he's seeing every bit of my soul and my thoughts. "Please..' I whisper one more time. His hands go to my neck , not choking me again, but holding me. He unchains me and sets me free. I feel him pull my body close and our noses touch. His grip tightens around me.

"You, are mine." he whispers and places his hand in the naked arch of my back.

He opens his eyes and picks me up. Not roughly, but bridal style. Sleepily, I nuzzle my head into the crook of him neck and inhale him. His smell sends chills down my arms and fuzziness into my mind. When I re-open my eyes we are in what appears to be his room, I can tell by the smell. He peels back the blankets on his bed and sets me down. He covers me up and kisses my forehead sending a misty feeling through me. When I see him reach the door knob I bolt up. "Wait," I whisper. "Stay with me."

He walks over and takes him shirt off getting into the bed with me. He pulls my body close to his and I nuzzle my face deep into his chest. "Sleep, princess. I'll still be here when you awake." He says and wraps his arms around me. At this point not having any clothes on doesn't bother me. Right now, it makes me feel right. It feels right being here right now, with him. I close my eyes and fall asleep breathing him into my nose. Before I can think one more thought perfectness surrounds me.