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Chapter 24

Trigger warning: Torture/mentions of rape. (I'm sorry the beginning is kind of dark)

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Her eyes open to reveal darkness surrounding her. The floor she's laying on is cold and hard. Her muscles ache from laying in a weird position.

Where am I?

Then she remembers the strange man with white eyes who broke into her house. The man that tied her and her parents to chairs then killed them with a smile.

Why didn't he kill her? Why couldn't he have killed her too?

She feels a tear roll down her cheek as she processes what happened earlier. Her parents are dead, and the killer's still out there. That thought makes her stumble to her feet and examine the room.

It's so dark that she couldn't see her hands in front of her as she ran into the wall. She runs her hand along the walls, trying to see if there's an exit. All she feels is brick the entire way, it's like the room was built around her, no exit no entrance.

She hears the sound of a door being open and presses herself against the wall she was examining, trying to disappear. She covers her eyes against the bright light shining in from the doorway. In the doorway, stood a silhouette of the man that killed her parents.

"Johanna," he says coolly, walking inside the room. He might as well been floating, the man was very graceful. The door closes behind him and the lights flicker on in the room.

She rubs her eyes from all the new light. They weren't the brightest, so her eyes got used to them quickly. She takes another quick glance around the room. It's very dirty, like it hasn't been cleaned, well, ever. The floor was concrete, and the wall's brick like she assumed. The lights were fluorescent but so dirty that the lights had a yellow tinge. She currently was on the opposite side of the room as the man.

He walks closer, and she presses herself even further against the wall, wishing she could blend in or fall through.

"Don't be scared Johanna," the man says. He smiles at her and Johanna feels her stomach clench in fear. Don't be scared? He killed her parents!

"Not feeling like responding today? That's fine." He turns like he's about to leave, before whipping around and smacking his fist into her face.

The impact was so hard that poor Johanna was flung to the ground with a scream. She holds her hand to her face, which stung and she could taste blood in her mouth. Tears fall down her face as she scurries back into the corner as far away from the man as she could get.

"It's okay Johanna," he says moving slowly towards her. "We shouldn't have to wait long before all of this is over. But for now, we can have fun."

The first impact was in the stomach...

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"Go away," Johanna says weakly. "I don't want to play anymore."

It was the eleventh time he had come in to torment her. She was through, her body couldn't handle anymore. Around the fifth time he came, she stopped fighting. He threatened her to do things, and she did them, no matter how disgusting they are.

"But Johanna we're not done here."

She closes her legs tightly and curls into a shivering ball. Tears flood down her cheeks as she tries to make her sobs quieter. Her clothes had been torn to shreds and she felt too exposed, too cold. Her body ached from all the horrible things they'd done to her, and she just wanted it to be over.