Kidnapped [Immortalanex]

Chapter 4 - Scar

I sat quietly in my corner as the others were in Jordan's cell talking. I didn't really want to join but I didn't have to worry anyway.

The basement door creaked open and everyone stopped talking and froze. No one knew who it was going to be for until the 'master' of theirs shows up from around the wall. The whole room was tense and when the person finally came into view my breath hitched and I pushed myself further against the wall.

Kevin looked into my cell and opened the door, grabbing my hair and yanking me out. I ignored everyones worried looks as I was dragged out.

I kept my head down and eyes closed as Kevin dragged me through the small crowd of people and into the same room we went to before. This time however he threw me on the metal table, straightening me out and chaining my wrists and ankles down.

I struggled slightly and watched as he walked over to a cupboard, grabbing a bag out and dropping it next to my side. I gulped slightly when he opened it and froze when I saw the sharp objects the bag contained. I don't understand what the point of this place was. Why would they torture us but do nothing else, I didn't get it.

>> if it wasn't obvious TORTURE/GORE AHEAD <<

Kevin pulled out a knife, almost the size of a butchers knife and smirked. "P-please...Kevin d-don't..." His smirk faded and he glared at me, leaning down next to my head. I felt his breath against my ear and neck and it made me shudder, along with the cold knife that pressed gently against my side after he lifted up my shirt.

"I told you," he whispered. "Don't call me Kevin unless told to." He swiftly swept the knife down along my right waist, creating a rather large gash. I gasped and pressed my head back against the table, tears forming in the corner of my eyes.

I could feel the blood pool under me and I heard it drip off the table. Kevin just smirked and licked the blood off the knife. "Such a bitter taste blood has...but it's something special." I clenched my jaw and watched Kevin gently glide the knife over my stomach and chest, smearing the blood around as well.

He moved it along my ribs which had become slightly visible due to lack of food the past few days. "Your very skinny, that's not healthy. Have you been eating?" I didn't understand why he was asking such things that didn't matter but I didn't want to anger him so I shook my head in response. "What a naughty boy, you need to be..." He paused, growing a smirk and thrusting the knife to my thigh making me scream, "punished."

I looked at the knife that now stuck out of my leg and threw my head back against the table, not having much strength to hold it up.

"Aw don't pass out on me this quickly, we're just getting started." I looked at Kevin, my vision slightly blurring as he grabbed a scalpel from the bag, gliding the cold metal from my stomach, up my neck and to my forehead. "It'd be a shame if you didn't have obvious marks, am I right?"

I didn't answer and he pushed the scalpel into my the middle of my forehead, gliding it down and past my eyebrow. I shut my eyes tight as he lightened up a bit near my eye and got deeper as he passed it. I felt the blade finally stop at the very end of my jaw, the blood pouring down my head and into my hair. I wouldn't be surprised if I had red stains later.

My eyes started to feel heavy and it was getting so much harder to stay awake. My mind was getting fuzzy and I kept going in and out of consiousness.

Kevin sighed and grabbed the knife, pulling it out and eliciting a quiet scream from me. "Your already passing out, what a shame. I'll see you later then." I felt him kiss my right, unmarked cheek and I fell unconsious.

>> GORE OVER <<

I jolted awake, gasping when I sat up but groaning and flinching as I did so. I looked down at my leg which was bandaged and now a blood stain slowly started to grow on it, along with my torso. I started to panic when I could only see out of one eye but when I went to feel, a bandage was wrapped around my head. The events from who knows how long ago started to come back and I looked down.

I looked around and quickly noticed I was back in my cell, laying on the hard steel bed. I just laid down again, back facing the bars since the basement light was on, meaning we were allowed out.

I hoped no one had heard me but when I heard footsteps and a hand on my shoulder, I knew I was wrong.

"Aleks..?" Jordan whispered, "do you want to talk about it?" I shook my head and curled up tighter, not moving my left leg though since it was already bleeding again. "Alright..." Jordan left without another word and I stayed in my dark and lonely cell. I was starting to believe it was better in here though...alone in a dark place...I wish I was home and away from here...this is just...it's not fair...

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