When I saw Isaac, I began to panic. I was breathing heavily.
"LET ME GO!" I began to scream from the top of my lungs. He simply laughed and shook his head.
My heart was beating quickly. I looked around and tried to break free squirming around screaming my head off.
"Its not going to do you anygood." he simply stated sharpening a knife.
He held the sharp tip of the knife against the side of my neck making a little slit. I winced making fists and spit in his face. Isaac wiped the spit away and walked to the wall I could hear a engine humming then he turned some knobs and flip a couple of switches.
"Get ready, sweetheart." I heard him chuckle then pull a lever. I was shaking with bolts of electricty surging through my body as I screamed. He stopped then turned it on again setting it higher causing blood to fall out of my mouth. It made me tremble, shake, sting, and brought me great pain. I screamed but gave up panting. Isaac turned it off again playing with some knobs. Me, my head was swaying side to side as my mouth bled more and my vision getting more blurry. I struggled to escape but could only barely move a muscle. I began to cry. This is what they did to my mother. Sure what I thought that I'm close to death.
"You know Scarlet, you remind me of your father." Isaac told me walking to the table of weapons grabbing a machete. He swiftly sliced through a patch of skin on my leg me groaning.
"He died trying to kill a demon. Just like you. It was fun staking him through the heart." he chuckled.
This was the demon who killed my father. That was motivaton. I screamed in rage breaking free of the belt ties on the chair. But I couldnt stand. I fell to the ground slowly picking myself up weakly. Isaac kicked my back causing me to crumble down and he quickly sliced my back. I could feel myself crying harder than ever. He left the room shuting the door behind me and I simply crawled over and leaned against the wall bawling my eyes out. I hugged my knees gently crying into them. Felling the tears roll down me cheeks then onto my shirt sleeves. I looked around to the blurry room and saw my crossbow lying on the table. I tightly grabbed on the table pulling myself up my body stinging and quickly reached for it. When I grabbed it I fell on my back looking around and my eyelids felt heavy. I had passed out.
