Pulse (On Hold)

Chapter Nineteen (Renee's P.O.V)

Chapter Nineteen

*Renee’s P.O.V*

I wake up with a start and a cold sweat breaking across my forehead. My whole body ached from sleeping on the carpet floor and my hands throbbed from the cuffs chained above my head. I pull against them and I muffle a scream as my blood begins to flow from my wrists. I have to fight against the pain and escape!

I continue to try to pull my hands free of the cuffs and I shiver as I remember how cold it is here. I’m completely in the dark and I can’t see a thing, but I’m sure as hell it isn’t daytime. Its only ever this freezing late at night. I bite into my crimson stained butterfly and rainbow pyjama top to stop another scream and feel the cuffs sliding slowly up my hands.

I could feel hot, sticky blood coursing down my arm now. It practically filled the air with its metallic scent. I gave one last tug and gasped as my hands fell on my lap. I did it! I couldn’t believe it! 

I forced myself up into a sitting position and breathed through the agony. I had to leave this place. It was so terrifying I couldn’t stand it. I sucked in a sharp breath and forced myself to stand up, willing my dormant legs to wake up. I staggered for a few paces, but my determination saw to my legs working functionally again.

I searched blindly with my hands in the darkness and found the little bed-side-table with some bandages and Dettol wound cleaner on it that the blond haired man had left here. I wiped my wrists clean, my eyes squeezed closed with the fiery torture, and bandaged up my wrists. I couldn’t risk them smelling the blood. 

I found that the exit door was unlocked and quickly passed through it. I begged myself to be completely silent and I hugged the wall. I preyed that they wouldn’t find me before I found a way out. I couldn’t stand being constantly scared for my life anymore.

I walked through the dimly lit corridor and listened for any noise I was making. My human ears were weak and I worried that I wasn’t picking up the slight sound my movements produced. I held my breath until my heart rate slowed down and looked for a window. I was completely in survival mode now.

I searched frantically for any escape, but kept coming up short. All the room doors ironically were locked except for mine… Like they thought I was too weak to worry about locking it. I tilted my head up and looked to the ceiling for a manhole I could crawl to safety through. But no such luck. My hope was diminishing fast.

As I approached an ajar door at the end of the hallway, I could hear the laughter of my abductor. It was deep, seductive and totally terrifying. I instantly froze. I wanted so badly to back away from there and never see him again, but I could hear them talking. They said my name and I found myself inching closer towards the door and I peeped through the crack.

I got a glimpse of a large room filled with rich furniture, a grand piano in the corner and small candles lighting up everything with a soft golden glow. I knew I shouldn’t be here, and that they would punish me if they caught me, but I knew it was pivotal for me to listen in on their conversation.

My eyes were drawn quickly to the focal point of the room, a large four-poster bed with silky red sheets and wrought iron frame. The blond man was lying on it, propped up by many plush cushions and completely naked beside a pair of grey boxer shorts. The woman paced back and forth in the centre of the room, her long, manicured nails scraping the railing of the bed. My eyes widen at the sight.

She moved with such lethal grace it was like watching a haunting ghost. She walked without making a sound, she had skin as white as bone and her eyes looked as dead as they truly were. But what shocked me was how utterly, incredibly and impossibly beautiful she was.