Seperate Sins

Kill the sunrise

The drowning feeling.
It had returned.
I was suffocating.

My eyes bolted open,
everything I could see was in a blur, it was like I was underwater for a split second. 
Water had entered my nose and my throat, making the vague air disappear.

I coughed the water out of my throat gasping for air, as my vision cleared.
I wheezed, as I could feel all the energy leave my body.

I was standing up somehow,
I tried moving around my body, as if I were beginning to walk..

Only making me realize my hands were chained above my head with my ankles shankled into the ground below me.
Every time I moved my arms or my ankles it would cause me pain.
I was stuck, in a really bad situation.
Literally into the ground.

My eyes wandered the vicinity I was in, all I could see was were woods walls surrounding me. Nothing in it, except me and the dark corners in it.
Making my situation clear.

I was hanging in the middle of the room.
Vulnerable.

My toes curled on the cold wooden floor, as I groaned in pain.

I wiped my face on my arm,trying to get the strands of hair that clung to my face away from my eyes.

I tried getting my hands free from the chain, to try to see if I could get free. I cried with each ounce of pain it gave me. The iron stung into my skin.
No matter how hard I tried I couldn't, be free.
I just couldn't.

I felt a hand touch my waist, making my body jolt.

A boy who seemed a bit older than me worked his way around my body with his hand, examining me. 
He had shoulder length severely curly brown hair and hazel eyes.
He must've been the boy who knocked me out.. Who found me.

He wore a dark cloak with a white undershirt and dark pants.
He was trying his best to be intimidating, and in a sense I wasn't scared of him. But I was, I truly was.

He was beautiful, I admit that.
He must use it as his advantage.

"Tsk tsk,"

The boy taunted as he ran in fingers over the hem of my skirt, giving me an uneasy and deadly feeling, I moved my hips away from him as he snickered at me. He slapped the side of my thigh,

"Come on little mouse.
I  know you don't bite,..
All the little lost boys you saw earlier, pussied out. They dont understand, its just like killing a baby deer. Easy."

"Now, what is your name? It's just you and I here, little mouse."
The boy continued, taking out a small pocket like knife. He was trying to seem threatening.

I shook my head, as I muttered the words out of me, "I don't know."

The boy walked closer to me and made a small yet deep cut on the side of my left cheek,
"You got to do better than that." He snarled.

"I don't know!" I spat back in his face. The pain, I couldn't take it.

The boy laughed maniacally, throwing the knife on the ground. Placing his hands on either side of me,

"You know little mouse, I'm gonna have fun with you.. You're probably one of those run away whores from the sex house, out in the Enchanted Forrest.  Got a little lost?"

He said as his hands explored the lower part of my back. Making me let out a sob, as I hung my head low. What was he doing to me?

"Help!" I screamed, screamed so loudly that I could feel the sobs creep up in my throat.