Captured Innocence

Chapter 2

Fear. It does strange things to your body, makes you feel paralyzed as you think of every worst scenario while being in that specific situation. I could barely breath caught in fears webs.

Fear spiked my veins as I stood frozen looking at the non responsive faces around the room. "Didn't you hear me I said where's Luke?" I demanded. Vincent approached me slowly making me back up until my back hit up against something. My fists clenched as adrenaline pumped through my body readying to defend myself if needed.

"Don't worry you don't have to worry that pretty little head of yours about that puny little boy anymore" Vincent laughed darkly. Feeling hands push me forward I fell into the kitchen when Vincent's hands hoisted me up trying to grip me in his hands immobilizing my body. I threw my head forward meeting the bridge of his nose. Grunting out in pain he let go of me. The noises of chairs moving as the other men in the room rose I quickly tried moving away when something gripped my hair pulling forward a burning pain stretched across my head as strands of hair were pulled from the follicle, screaming I was pulled back into someone's grasp throwing my elbow into their side hard twice I was thrown to the ground banging my head. Despite the sharp pain shooting threw my skull I gathered myself on my feet. Rushing to the front door again someone fastened their fist in my hair making me cry out in pain, they spun me around their other hand trapping me to their chest tightly. I thrashed around furiously cussing at them, someone came up behind me stretching my skin making a shushing noise. Something sharp plunged through my skin and a few minutes later my eyes began to grow heavy as did my limbs. I tried fighting it but I slowly became a slave to whatever they put in my system.

Karma: the law of cause and effect. As you sow, so shall you reap my mothers soft but promising words rattled around my head. I began to think about everything I had done in the past that could have been the cause for all of this. But as I raked my brains torturing myself trying to come up with horrible conclusion I couldn't come up with one. I never picked on a child in school I was the one being picked on, even when my father would tell me to hit them back I never could. Although I was seven at the time my mother rared me with the notion to never lay a hand on another human only If my life depended on it. Yes I had lied before to people but they were only been little white lies nothing major enough for a consequence like being held against your own will.

Regaining feeling and consciousness of my body my eyes flew open desperately as I needed to know what was going on. I stared around the Navy coloured walls that surround me. Trying to sit up I whimpered feeling a burning pain in my wrists looking up towards the headrest I growled seeing thick rope securing my hands. I glanced around the room analyzing everything. Straight ahead in front of me was a door, on either side of the bed there stood a nightstand. To the left stood a hard oak wood wardrobe that was three times the size of mine at home. Glancing to the right I noticed a chest of drawers and another door. Pulling on my ropes hard I grinded my teeth together as little drops of crimson landed on the crisp white pillows, hearing the door knob move a little I quickly went back to how I originally was, pretending to be in my drug induced slumber state.

"She's a pretty one Theo, are you sure you like her name you can change it if you want son?" A familiar voice asked the other person in the room. I felt the vacant space on the right side of the bed sink, a hand gingerly began to move hair out of my face.

A silence hung in the air as I tried to stop an angry expression from taking over my face. Change my name? Who did this Theo guy think he is or what authority he had to do such a thing?

"No, Father I think her name suits her perfectly" he hesitantly said. I flinched feeling the tips of his fingers run across my face. I mentally kicked myself I probably blew my cover. After a short pause hung in the air before the door closed behind someone.