What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Afraid of the Dark

Burning Pain and Fear

I woke up and looked out the window, the sun was shining and birds chirped happily. Before you say it, i know i am still handcuffed to the table, the window is behind me so i could twist and look out. Chelsey was awake now too, she was laying on her back, staring at the ceiling while tears slid down her cheeks. "Chelse...It's going to be okay, just hamg in there, he did the same to me so we both are in the same situation here," I say trying to calm both of us down. "Why? Why us?" She asks with a slight sob in her voice. "I don't know Chelse, I don't know, what I do know is we are strong, we can get through this together," I reply shaking my head. After 10 minutes of talking, the man comes back in with a first-aid bag and says in a way to cheerful voice "Morning girls, like what I did? I thought you should get to see it before I cleaned it up, so you don't bleed everywhere," he kneeled down and unzipped the bag. He shoved a shirt in my mouth and told me to bite down on it when he started, he lifted my shirt and poured some cleansing alchohal over the cuts. My back arched and I bit down hard on the shirt, it hurt so much, I almost blacked out. He gently pushed me down so I was laying flat instead of my back being arched. He grabbed a rag and started dabbing at the wounds, after he did that he rubbed it across my stomach, wiping away the blood and alchohal mixture. "Sit up," he ordered me and I pushed myself up off the ground into a sitting position. He took out a roll of gauze and put one edge against my stomach, then he began wrapping it around my stomach until there was two layers of gauze tightly wrapped across my whole stomach. "There, now wait for me to finish Chelsey and then you both can shower, while I clean up," he says in a calm voice. He cleans Chelsey up, then unlocks our handcuffs from the desk. He had pucked out outfits from my closet for us to wear, mine was a tanktop with grey sweatpants that were a little to big for me, and Chelsey got a t short with a pair of old shorts. "Im going to lock the bathroom door once you're in, so you can't try and escape, also try not to get your bandages to wet, it makes them come loose," the man told us while gently pulling us up by our arms and leading us to the bathroom. He pushes us into the room then closes the door, we hear the lock click, so we know he really did lock us in. There were no windows, so that choice was out, we decided to just shower and get it over with. We had to help each other out of our clothes, one took a shower while the other one watched the door to see if the man would come in and watch us. After we both had showered and dressed, we pulled our hair into ponytails and knocked on the door to be let out. "There's my little warriors, I did a good job picking your outfits didn't I?" The man asks smiling at us. We nod and shuffle out of the room, back to where we were before. When we were back in the room, we were surprised to see there was no evidence of what he'd done in this room at all. No blood stains, not even our old clothes we'd given him after our shower. He didn't handcuff us again, he just told us to sit and that he'd be right back. We sat down on the bean bags that were sitting in front of the tv. They were the most comfortable seats in the room. My parents won't be back until Tuesday, and Chelsey's won't be back until Wednesday, it was Friday. Which meant that either we had to endure this until my parents came home, or that we had to endure this as long as the man planned to do it. Neither was a good choice, and I was willing to bet it would be the second option.