Traitor

14- Behold, The Killer Spatula

Maddison

He was not playing around, let me tell you. I screamed at first. I kicked him, although I don't know where considering I was blinded. I punched him, I think in the chest because it hurt my hand. And I asked him what was going on.

He wouldn't even speak.

Now he shoves me down the hall roughly. One of his strong hands are clamped around my wrists, like handcuffs. The other hand is on my shoulder, harshly pushing my along. I try to follow our movements, to figure out where we're going, but I can't. Now I'm disoriented. Disoriented and scared.

I'm not sure I trust Aiden. I had to, jumping off the roof of the building during our class manhunt, but that was different. I had self confidence. I had the choice to say no.

This is different. I'm at his complete mercy, and the scariest thing is, I don't know what for.

It's unfair, I think. Everyone else knows what the chamber is. That means they know what they're being led into. I don't, and I suppose Wyatt doesn't either. But I keep telling myself this is probably how the first time for everyone went.

A part of me thinks I should have fought back more. Not been so easy. Another part of me knows that whatever the chamber is, it will happen anyways, and maybe I should save my energy for that. That's the decision I went with.

"You're going to stay quiet," Aiden's voice comes from my right. I twitch, aware of his presence now.

I'm down a sense, and it sucks, but the lack of sight only lets me focus more on everything else. I try and use this to my advantage, closing my eyes so I'm not even distracted by the occasional flash of light we walk by.

"You're not going to give into pressure," he carries on. I hear a click, our footsteps - no, Aiden's footsteps, mine are silent - on the floor, which is now hard instead of the carpeted halls of the rest of the school. Maybe wood? No, it's too solid. It feels like stone, concrete?

There aren't any smells. Just the stale air in the bag over my head. And obviously I can't taste anything.

"You're going to resist," Aiden says. I turn my head towards his voice. I can hear his breath. I can feel his hands shaking as they hold me back.

I can feel his fear. Why is he scared?

"And you're going to feel pain," he says bluntly. I scrunch my nose. I'm about to ask aloud what he means, but I catch myself. I know he won't give me an answer, so what's the point?

With a final hard push, I feel my body hit a wall. I hear a door slam somewhere behind me. I hear Aiden pacing. I move my hands, which are shaking. I wish I could hold steady. I turn to face the sound of Aiden's steps, my back to the wall I'd hit.

I'm about to take the bag off my head when two hands slam into my shoulders, pushing me back.

Bruises that I forgot existed from Alton ignite and fiery pain shoots down my back. I grunt.

"Who was your father?" Aiden growls. His voice is low and scary. Past the pain shooting through my body, I feel fear. I'm terrified of Aiden right now. I can't even see his face.

"Just- just a businessman," I say, my words catching past the lump in my throat.

"Don't lie to me," Aiden scoffs. Suddenly the bag is ripped off my head and my eyes fly open.

I wish I could put it back on.

In front of me is a room, the size of two normal bedrooms put together. But it's not the room that horrifies me. It's what's in it.