No reason to live!

Chapter 4 - A sickness like no other

I woke up once again, but the bedroom was not like it was before, mainly because I had giant chains attached to my wrists and my feet wear bear and sweaty under the heat from the floor. I almost forgot where I was as I studied the changes to the room. The bed covers had been changed to a horrid grey colour and had been arranged like someone had tucked in a invisible child ready for bed. In the far corner of the room stood a chair, just a plain wooded chair with nothing attached or anything, I wondered what that was doing there? But the main difference was that a huge man was stood in front of the metal door blocking the little window.

"Where... where am I?" I asked him not sure if he was one to talk. He just grunted and stood aside from the door which had now opened and there stood Josh! His teeth bared like a Cheshire cat.

"Where am I?" I repeated him, trying to show no weakness with in my voice, hoping he would give me more information than the fat guard.

"Your at your new home!" He said trying to sound mysterious as he walked closer towards me. I spat at his feet to prove that, that was not an answer.

"WHERE AM I?" I shouted. The guard at the door hesitated when he heard me shout, not knowing weather to shut me up or not. Josh just walk even closer - too close for my liking and whispered in my ear,

"Your worst nightmare!"

He turned on his heels and walked away, pausing in the door frame for my reaction, but I said nothing I just stood there, as he left the room.

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"Morning Cidney!" Came a whispered voice tickling my ear. I woke up again in the room - I had a feeling this was going to happen often as I looked up into the face of my waker. The man I had seen earlier who had stopped Josh 'having his fun' was standing noes distance away from me, starring into my eyes.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked in an almost sarcastic voice, stroking my messy hair gently, which was covered in sweat from the effort of my arms being held upright above my head for hours and from being locked in a windowless, boiling hot room all night. I just gave him an evil glare, wanting him to know I meant business, which must have been amusing to him from my weak pethetic structure and the fact I had been knocked out and passed out three times now, when he gave a grin and started to walk around me as if examining me."Josh was right you are beautiful!" What a pedo I thought. "Anyway, you are probably wondering why you are here!" He asked as if it was killing me to find out the answer and he was trying to tease me, but actually that was the last question coming to my mind at the moment after everything that had happened.

"Well in a few words, you are my experiment and I needed a girl, so Josh suggested you!" He said with another grin. He started to slowly stroke my arm softly, his grin growing even bigger as he tried to tease me, but I just stood there all the same.

Before I noticed my arms collaped by my side, aking from the blood not getting to them all night and the chains hung there infront of my face.

"Here!" Said the man shoving a big bowl of some sort of soup into my hands, before turning to walk towards the door. As he did I drank it all in one, placing the empty bowl onto the bed side draws that I didn't notice was there before. I know I shouldn't of, but I hadn't had any dinner and was starving, knowing it must at least noon already. He stopped at the door and turned to face me one more time, as if waiting for something to happen, I gave a gulp wondering what it was I had just eaten, before he left the room. I starred at where he just sood before walking to pick the bowl back up into my hands, when I felt a weird, horrid sencation in my belly.

I turned towards the door, where I saw a pair of eyes from the man starring at me, watching as if he was watching his favourate tv show and I could tell he had the same grin on his face. I felt the sensation get stronger and I throw up in the bowl, feeling old popcorn and foul tasting soup travel up my thout.

"Whats... happening?" I asked gagging as I spoke still being sick into the bowl, that seemed to be as big as a bucket.

"Well.. I can't 'experiment' on you, if you are on a full stomuch!" He said with a chuckle.

"Ipecac!" He said with a grin to my puzzled, yet still throwing up face. He turned and walked away from the door out of sight, while I cried, a mixture of my tears and sick pouring out of the bowl, dribbling down my hands. I shouted for my mum, my dad, my parents, Josh: my dear old friend Josh, the man I once had deep feeling for Josh. But no one ca nome.