Hell Raiser

Prisoner

I open the door to my apartment and throw the duffel bag on the floor. It lands with a thump and Violet comes running out.

"I don't remember you leaving with a bag. What's in it?"

"I need you to open the cell. Now." I hope she's out long enough to get her in there.

Violet runs off to unlock the cell and I kick off my boots. I look at the right sleeve of my coat and instantly regret not finding a dry cleaners or something. It's not pretty. Violet calls out that it's open and I pick up the bag again. I walk down the hallway and go into the third room on the right. I walk into the cell and place the bag on the ground. The room is made out of some fucking nerdy metal to prevent bitches like this from breaking out.

I unzip the bag and Violet hovers over me. I look up at her. "That might be a bad idea." She steps back, just in time to avoid an upper cut to the jaw. I'm not so lucky. But, in situations like this, Violet knows exactly what to do. Being the person closest to the door, she slowly backs out, then forced the door shut. Locking both me and super bitch in the indestructible room.

Before, when she attacked me yesterday, she'd been wearing some ridiculous latex, Lycra jump suit and it was hot... but not.

On the overnight train from the White City, I'd stripped her to her underwear and the wrapped her in a sheet. I also did a half decent thing. Where the oil had burnt her, the suit thing had melted onto her skin, which didn't look that great either. When I stripped her down, I'd been careful to remove the melted material, solely so she didn't wake up. I'd also bandaged it as well.

So now, she stood in front of me, with nothing but a cheap push-up bra, hot pink panties and bloody pus stained bandages around her upper waist and mid section to cover her lightly tanned skin.

"You're a bad man, Hell Raiser." I'm glad I didn't take off my mask when I came in. "You should be punished."

I punch the air on her left side and she instinctively moves to the right, stretching and no doubt tearing her wound. She cries out and clutches her side. "Maybe. But you are in no shape to be the harbinger." I nod at Violet and she opens the door. I walk out and turn to the injured girl. "What is your name? What should we call you during your stay?"

"Nightingale," she says through clenched teeth.

"Very well." I gesture to Violet. "This is Violet. She is very smart and naturally curious. She will be your 'nurse' while your wound heals. Do not ask her to let you run. Not only is that impossible, she is also not very easily manipulated. Plus, she'll notify me of your behaviour and your treatment of her. In addition, there are multiple cameras, meaning that what ever you do is being monitored. If you need to use the loo, you will find one in the corner. It's plastic, so don't get any ideas."

Nightingale looks down at her bandages. "You did this?"

"The cause of both the wound and the bandages, yes."

"Why?" Her blond hair sways as she tilts her head.

I turn and walk out. But I stop at the door. "Because I could." I go into the kitchen and skull a bottle of vodka. I did help her, after she tried to beat me down. After I burnt her with boiling oil. After she looked at me with pleading eyes. After I knocked her unconscious anyway. "Am I going soft?" I pull another vodka bottle out of the freezer and skull that to.