Myself- A Broken Creation

Chapter 25: Xander's P.O.V.

My eyes felt gritty as they finally opened. I could still feel the chloroform in my mouth and that random man's hands on my body as he restrained me last night. I hoped Alex was okay. I was sure that he was, though. Alex was strong, much stronger than me, and he wasn't stuck in here.

I looked around at the place I was now in, tension rippling through my body. I looked up, noticing the heavy weight of my arms. Chains were wrapped around my ankles and wrists, pinning me to the wall behind me. Some fear bubbled up my throat, but I forced it away. I didn't have time to be scared.

I was in some place that was dark. There was a large open space with dark walls and a high ceiling in this room. The windows were covered with a dark cloth so that no one could see in. There was furniture scattered around the room that looked very old. I sighed in relief when I realized that I was still clothed, but gasped in scared amazement when I noticed another nearby man that was also chained.

His appearance was frightening. I could tell that he would normally be very handsome, but that was hard to be with blood all over you. He had long, wavy, blonde hair like mine and pretty blue eyes, but he was much taller and more muscled than I was. His nose looked broken. There were cuts and burns all over him and one of his legs looked broken. Dried blood was in his hair, and blood was spilled all over the front of his bare chest. His eyes were open and he was studying me with interest.

I averted my still bruised face away and tried to stifle my gasp of pain when my almost healed ribs throbbed with pain. The damn things were so irritating. I had no illusions as to who had captured me. Ryan was the only one who would have done this, and the man himself soon walked in a moment later. He walked over to the other man and said something to him that made him glare at him, but then he turned his attention back to me. His eyes studied me as he looked at my body.

"I missed you," he murmured.

I just glared at him, silent. I had no reason to talk to him. He was an abusive person who hurt anyone that he came in contact with. He had almost broken me in half. I bit my lip so hard that blood dripped off of it when his hands trailed up my flesh. It felt like fire followed his hands, burning my skin in a painful action. I didn't know why he was hurting me so badly like this when it had never happened before.

My eyes widened when he wiped the blood away before gripping my throat in a tight grip. His hands curved around it, creating sharp knife-like sensations that shoved themselves through the skin. He had a sadistic smile on his face, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

He tilted my head to the side and had an angry but amused look on his face when he spotted the dark mark that Alex had left on my neck. It seemed to never go away, like it would be there permanently. I hadn't minded before, but the ominous look on his face made me think I might now.

"You shouldn't have gotten this. It'll only make it hurt worse for you," he told me in a delighted whisper.

I arched my eyebrow at him, confused. How would it make it hurt worse? Ryan just shook his head at me and decided to just show me instead. He was a human, so he didn't have canines like Alex or I, but he could still dig his teeth in...and he did.

A huge ball of flaming agony suddenly exploded in my chest as he scraped his teeth over the mark. It was the smallest gesture he head ever made, but it still hurt so damn badly. I pressed my lips together, but a small sound of pain still left me.

"I see you still have some injuries from when I last saw you. Are your ribs still broken?"

I groaned in agony when his hands harshly squeezed my sides. My face twisted at his action. My ribs felt like they were about to splinter and shove themselves out of my side, and his fingers with scorching fire trailing a path behind them only made it worse. Ryan eventually let go of me, though.

"I have to go do something, sweetheart."

I winced at his pet name for me. He had always called me that, but, now that I had heard someone else, someone who loved me, call me that, it made something twist inside of me at the gross misuse of it.

"First, though..."

He suddenly ripped my shirt off of me and I gasped.

"I know how much you hate this," He said.

His hand went down to my knee and harshly squeezed it. He suddenly jerked my leg in an odd direction and I loudly yelped as I felt my knee dislocate. Ryan left afterwards, but all the pain still stayed with me. I could still feel the uncomfortable pain running all over my body that had been left behind by his fingers, I felt uneasy now that the other man could see my mutilated chest, and my knee was throbbing in agony.

I tried to squirm around to put my knee in a more comfortable position, but nothing worked. I groaned. I couldn't move that much anyway. I was firmly stuck here, and my shoulders were hurting from the stress this position was putting on them. My head jerked up when I saw the man staring at my chest. I turned my flushed face away, flinching away from the his face.

"What's your name?" The man asked in a light voice.

"Xander."

"I'm Christian."

I gave him a frail smile.

"I take it you know that man, then?" He questioned me.

I nodded in reluctant agreement.

"I've known him for the past decade," I whispered.

He winced.

"Will he ever stop?"

His head was cocked to the side. I sighed as I delivered the bad news. Ryan never stopped. Never. I just didn't want to get this guy's hopes down, but I had no choice. We might die in here, for all I knew. Alex didn't know where I was, and, as much as I would like for him to rescue me, I couldn't ask that of him. He might get hurt. I was sure that Ryan had more men with him.

"No."

"Now, what's going to happen?" Christian inquired.

"Now we have to endure and try to survive whatever he does to us," I said bitterly as I stared up at the ceiling.

I wasn't going to sugarcoat it for him. That wouldn't help us at all. We would become severely hurt before we made it out of here, if we ever did. And I was really doubting that we would. All I could hope was that Alex was okay, and would move on, and be happy. That was all I ever wanted for him. For him to be happy.

I felt helpless tears well in my eyes as I felt the pain start to pierce my heart at being so far away from him, but I had to deal with it. I had to. I needed to get used to this because this was how it would be from now on.

I blinked the tears back as I glanced around the room. I was steely and rough and hard on the outside, but I was melted into a puddle of sadness and misery and desolation on the inside. Terrible things were going to happen to me, to Christian. I could feel it...but could we survive them...or would we die in here?