The Sweet taste of Vengeance

Chapter 1 6 years ago

                                                                              Chapter 1

                                                                             6 years ago

It's been so long since I've seen the sun, that I'm not even sure what day, year, or even the month it is. My whole body aches, from the frequent torturing. Most of the methods they use, do not hurt to begin with, but when they do, the pain is so terrifyingly painful that, I force myself, to be strong, to be brave, and to resist the urge to plead and beg for mercy. Marooney and John are both trying to be strong, but I can clearly see they both won't to give up... we all do.

The cages we're in, are suspended 10 to 15 feet of the ballroom floor. We've been put into separate cages, less than a metre apart. Mine is positioned in the middle, slightly in front, so it feels like Marooney's and John's cages are flanking mine.

 Our hands have been tied, tightly above our heads, forcing us to stand on our toes. the cages are at least 1m in width and 2m in height. When the puppets are ready to start their daily torturing, for hours on end, we rarely see Sandra, sitting in the corner in her heavily embroidered dress, on a throne like chair, wearing a cruel grin. A puppet would pull a leaver positioned in the far corner of the hall. Which would open the base of our cages, which was a cue to lower us to the cold ballroom floor.

They usually lower us all at once, but today they just lowered me. When my feet finally touched the cold ballroom floor, decorated with uneven patterns of our blood, one of the puppets immediately threw a punch, right into the centre of my gut, causing me to wheeze and gasp. This was done repeatedly, until a dark figure entered the ballroom. I couldn't make out what it looked like, as the ballroom was badly lit, but something about it made me feel fear that I did not think was possible, considering my situation. As it walked with a steady pace towards us, I could hear John and Marooney's whimpers, telling me that they felt it to. Instinctively I began to fight against my  bonds, but as recent attempts should have shown me, I didn't get very far.

Finally the dark figure was upon us. The puppets bowed and walked away. I was rooted to the spot, my whole body screamed at me to start struggling, to keep fighting. But the majority of my brain was filled with despair. The dark figure moved slowly towards me,  flashing it's teeth , they looked like tiny flash lights in the cold and menacing dark. It slowly traced it's cold fingers tips down from the top of my forearm until it found the back of my head, were it tugged violently against me hair, so that I was now looking at the bases of our cages and the ballroom ceiling. I suddenly became aware of something cold and thin pressing hard and firm against my wind pipe. A knife.

This is it. My lonely death.

The figure slowly began to trace, the knife over my face, threatening to make a deep gash at any moment. It then began to trace the knife around my throat, causing me to cringe and whimper. A tear slowly began to roll down my cheek. My god. PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER. I need to be strong for the others. The figure noticed this and violently pressed the knife harder against my wind pipe, causing me to shout and blurt. " Please ... just let me and my friends go...an....an....and we'll never tell any body about you.... just stop." It yet again presses the knife even harder against the skin or my throat. It's cheek was suddenly pressed against mine as if to whisper something, which it did. " Do not react." It said. My breathing began to quicken for reasons I can't explain. It quickly realised this and pressed the knife even harder into my throat, the pain was unbearable. " What did I just say, Huh?." It said with a thick layer of venom in its voice. " You s....said, do....do not re....re....react." I say this the most pathetic voice that I didn't even know I had. " Exactly. Now do not say another word. " It grabbed  my jaw and tugged my head towards it's face, with the knife still firmly against my throat. " I'm here to help."