Untold Truth

Chapter 2: The room

I bring in a sharp breath, as it aches my chest. I try to lift my head up but all I see is darkness. I feel that I'm sitting down in a cold metal chair with straps pressing hard down, feeling like it's cutting of my circulation. I feel my eyes burning as hot liquid runs down my face.

"H-hello?" I shuddered. I feel my heart pounding in my chest. I just want to go home. Where am I? Who took me? Is anyone even in this room? What about my kids, they will send help. They will find me...right? Just than I hear a slight thud. My heart beat echos In I'm ears.

"W-whos their?!" I cry. Silence fills the air as a shiver goes up my spin. "P...please."

I feel a presents I right next to me. Their breath hitting me. Just than a hand grabs my wrist and a cold metal cuts off the strap...a knife? I get pulled up and it feels like my skin is screaming, like every inch of my body is burning.
"Let me go!" I scream. Trying to kick things that I don't know what I'm kicking. I feel myself get picked up and another cold metal is raped around my writs. I take a deep breath in as fire surrounds my lungs. Just like that I'm hanging from the ceiling with my toes just brushing the floor. I try to rub the blind fold against my arms, but it won't budge. I think of the only thing that comes to mind. I scream. I scream and scream. I try louder and louder. Surprised that the person who took me isn't saying anything. I scream in till I feel like my throat is on fire. Someone has to here me at some point right? I take a breath of air.
"P...please." I whimper. Silence fills the air once again. At least he/or she isn't  torturing me....I feel myself breaking. My arms are growing weak from my hands being tied up. My throat throbs. Everything just hurts. I miss home. I miss everything. Waking up in a bed. Smiling. Time feels like it going ever so slowly.  

It feels like an hour has passed by and I'm still here, just hanging. I at least want to sit down. My arms are burning. I'm tired. I want to go home. A creak spreads across the floor, filling up the silence. My heart stops.
"Let me go! Please...I don't know what you look like, so I wont tell anyone!" I say hopeless. I already know they wont let me go...why do they want me? Then in a flash of a second I feel something sharp hit my arm. I cry out in pain. What it feels like, a small knife is still just above my armpit. Pain explodes in my body. My weak arms are now even more weak. I just want to get this knife out of my arm! 

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time." A scratchy voice says, muffled out. Hardly being able to understand him. 

"Please...can you at least take my blind fold of?" I cry out, from pain, and loss of hope. But he does nothing, and I hear the floor creak, going farther and farther away. I feel blood dripping from my arm landing on the floor. Only if he took this knife out. Where am I? Am I close to home? I just want to go home and be in my family's arms again....