Torn

Just Keep Reading, Just Keep Reading...

Chapter 7

When the bag was pulled off of my head, I was blinded by the light. I covered my eyes, and once they finally had adjusted, I kept them closed.

"Hey, it's okay, girl. It's okay. We won't hurt you," a voice said, and I uncovered my eyes slowly. I was sitting in a room, filled with people looking intently at me. I pushed my self into a corner.

"What's your name?" someone asked.

"Lucy Wallace," I said, and a murmur went through the crowd.

"How did those monsters get you, Lucy?"

"Jeff killed my family, and they took me in. They weren't going to hurt me! They weren't going to kill me! I was safe there!"

Someone stepped forward, and I recognized it as the man who had taken me from the attic.

"Lucy... They may say they don't want to hurt you, but all they want is death. They crave for blood to be spilt and people-innocent people-to be hurt. And if you had stayed with them, I guarantee that you would die."

I snarled quietly, and the man took a seat close to me. He waved, and everyone filed out of the room.

"Now, Lucy, let me tell you a story. It was my daughter, Lizzy's, sixteenth birthday. I was out, picking up her cake. It was quite a nice cake, and very expensive too. But I loved Lizzy so much that cost no longer mattered.

"As I'm driving home, I get a call. It's Lizzy and my wife, and they're hysterical. I can hear banging in the background, and then I hear Lizzy scream once, a loud, piercing shriek, and then there's silence.

"'Hello,' he says, and I felt pure rage go thorough me.

"'What the fuck did you do to my family!?' I asked, and I heard a chuckle from the other side.

"'Come home and find out,' he said, and the line went dead.

"I raced home, and death awaited me. My wife and daughter were dead, their faces cut up, and throats slit. Blood was everywhere, and I knew that the police were going to think I had killed them. I left my daughter and wife that night, just lying there.

"I swore that I would kill those damn things that hurt them, and that's what I've been doing ever since."

I swallowed as he finished his story.

"So you see Lucy... They would have killed you, no matter what they said. And it would be brutal. You would hurt, and no matter how much you screamed, or begged, they would just keep going, relishing your screams."

I nodded, and for the first time in my life, I wished that I could kill this man.

"So Lucy... Welcome to the Hole."