Evelyn Walker (Book One)

Chapter 1 | Suffocation

The sound of screams and people yelling filled my ears, but I couldn't see anything through the thick black cloth that covered my eyes.

The person who had been leading me the whole time I had been in the building, pulled on the rope that was connected to rope around my hands.

He wasn't the same person as the man who had taken me captive. But this man had been ordered to bring to wherever we were going right now. They could block out my vision, but they couldn't stop me from hearing everything around me.

I stumbled over something on the ground, it almost felt like a human leg, and was about to fall before two cold hands gripped me by the shoulder.

The person pushed me back onto my feet before grumbling I had to keep walking.

'It would be easier if I saw something.' I gritted through my teeth but still loud enough for the person to hear.

But the voice didn't answer, he only pulled harder on the rope, causing me to stumble again. This made him chuckle as if it was the funniest thing he had ever seen.

'Where are the others? Where is my group?' I asked him.

It had been almost ten minutes since I had last heard anything else besides my own footsteps, and the footsteps from the man. I counted the time passing by in my head.

'Somewhere else.' The man simply stated, but I wasn't satisfied with his answer.

'And where is that 'somewhere else'?' This made him sigh deeply.

'You ask too many questions human. It is going to get you killed.' I was about to ask him something else, but another male voice filled the chilly air.

'What is that?' The new man had a deeper voice than the one who had been pulling me behind him through the hallways from the building. The way he referred to me, made me snap back into reality. I did not mean anything to this people and they wouldn't think twice about killing me, because I had no value to them.

'Another toy. He wants her in the cell closest to his room.'

'She must be very special then.' Both men chuckled. The next thing I could hear was the sound of keys, and not very long after that the sound of a lock being opened. The door made a heavy sound when it opened, but I hadn't much time to think, before I was being pushed inside the new room.

The room was barely big enough for me to fit my whole body inside. There was no room to sit, so the only thing I could do was stand. My back hit the cold concrete wall, and if I leaned to the left or right my shoulders touched another wall.

The door was closed without the two men saying anything else, the last thing I heard was the door being locked again and then there was only silence.

They left me standing in the small room for what felt like hours, without any food or something to drink. By now my stomach had started rumbling and my knees felt week from standing the whole time. The complete darkness from the cloth covering my eyes made me feel sleepy, but I didn't allow myself to fall asleep.

From time to time I would try to stretch my legs, which kind of worked out even in the small room, but my arms hard started cramping up a long time ago. And every time I tried to move my hands, the rope cut into my skin, burning the flesh from my wrists.

After a while I had tried to sit down in the small space, but when I finally sat down with my knees against my forehead, I decided that wasn't the best position to sit in.

The voice inside my head wanted to scream, but an actual scream never left my mouth. I had promised myself a long time ago, that I wouldn't give in to their torture techniques.