Dead Connections

Chapter 3 - Missing my life

Chapter 3

His face. Even though I could see it I could tell what expression it had morphed into. Rage!

I was dead. He would kill me after what I had done. His hand came up in the air again, and I tried to use my hands to shield my face, but this time he punched me right in the stomach. I sank to the floor, the air knocked out of me. Gagging, I sucking in the sweet fresh oxygen, and looked up at Unseen with large terrified eyes.

He wasn’t done.

Another whack to the face, and two more to the stomach, left my lying on the floor, beaten and bruised. I was too weak to protect myself, and too weak to even cry and wince in pain. Unseen, sensing my weakness, grabbed a clump of my long golden blond hair with his fist, gathering it all up so he had a tight hold on it. He yanked my head up so I was facing him, so I was watching him as he hit me a few more time. I could feel blood trickling down my face and I didn’t know if he’d broken one of my ribs.

It wasn’t going to end. This would be the way I’d die: Beaten to death.

My family would never see me again. They would never know what happened to me. Just the thought of that brought on just as much pain as my punishment, if not, more.

Suddenly, Unseen yanked on my hair, actually dragging my along the ground by it. I screamed in sheer agony. My hands shot up to his hands, trying to stop him, but it didn’t work. My head hurt. I couldn’t see because of all the tears welling up in my eyes.

He dragged me along to the middle of the dirty kitchen by my hair, then dropped it like it was wet sand. My head crashed into the floor, and the sickening vibration echoed out through my body. I felt ill, like I was about to vomit out the entire contents of my insides.

My kidnapper straddled me so I couldn’t get up, sitting on my stomach and grabbing my wrists with his gloved hands. I stared at him in horror. What was he going to do?

“I warned you,” Unseen snarled, digging his claw like nails into my wrists until it hurt. I tried to pull my hands away but he flattened them on the floor either side of me so I couldn’t move my arms at all. “I said bad things would happen if you didn’t obey me.”

“I’m… I’m sorry,” I cried, my voice hoarse and afraid. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“"Don’t hurt you?” he repeated, as if these were new words to him. He sighed, shaking his head slowly. I watched as the anger seemed to drain out of Unseen’s eyes and he loosened his grip on my wrists, although he didn’t let go. “Right…”

His eyes looked troubled and concerned, but he was defiantly trying to hide it. He was breathing heavily from all that he had just done, but his breathing began to slow back to down. I was also breathing heavily from all the fear, and that didn’t slow down. I was too shaken up to calm down.

Unseen abruptly let go of my wrists and jumped up so he was stood beside me. My stomach hurt from where he had been sat on me and as I slowly came to a sitting position, using my arms for support.

“Look,” Unseen said in a calmer voice. “I’m sorry. Just… don’t disobey me again.” He bit his lip ad then walked over to the laptop, shutting the lid again and picking it up, carrying it under his arm. “I’m not going to make you cook. You can just get on with the next task, ok?”

“Y, yes,” I agreed, surprised by his sudden turn in emotions.

I completed one task after another, and Unseen decided to keep a close eye on me to make sure that I didn’t mess up or sneak around behind his back. Unseen seemed to regret what he had done to me, and occasionally he would look at my bruised face or my aching stomach and would actually apologise. He went easier on me, and gave me more time to do all of the tasks so that I didn’t have to rush. It was almost as if he was sorry.