What's she Worth to You?

The Chair

U N K N O W N

I groan as my body hits the concrete floor, cringing as I hear the clicking-clack of his expensive shoes walking over. He grabs the silver chain off the floor and yanks at my collar.

"Oh, come on now. Giving up so soon?" I scoff at his comment and he unexpectedly yanks at the chain again.
"Honestly, Noah, this is low. Even for you." He takes a glance at his watch. "It's barely been an hour."

He roughly pulls me up by the chain, the metal of the collar digging into my neck as he pulls me over to him. I almost trip over my ankle shackles before reaching him. He takes me roughly by the shoulders, looking straight through me.

"Now, you're going to tell me where they took her, and you're going to do it now, or there will be consequences." I smile him and his smirk falls.

"Do your worst," I whisper and anger takes him over. He forcefully throws me into wall, and I fall to the ground again. He angrily comes over and straddles my body. Grabbing my hair in one of his hands. He pulls his other one back and forcefully punches me square in the face, then proceeds to the same thing over, and over, and over again. I taste the blood in my mouth, and laugh at him.
"Is that really all you've got?" He puffs out an angry breath and stands up, grabbing my limp body from the ground. Pulling a key from his pocket and unlocking my chains.
"Wow, what did I do to deserve this?" I ask sarcastically and he shakes his head. He shakes his head and walks over to the white curtain. My body stiffens.

This can't be happening.

He laughs, noticing my fear and pulls the curtain aside, revealing the silver chair. I shake my head and try to pull away, but there's no point.

He walks in and straps me down, securing all the latches and tightening the ropes.

"Comfy?" He asks and I shake my head urgently.

"Please, I'll be better, I promise... I promise..." I whisper, yet he shushes me, bringing his pointer finger to his lips. A tear falls down my face and he smiles.

"Aw, Noah, are you scared?" I shut my eyes tightly, trying to stop the slow tears. When I open them he disappears from my vision and my panic builds. I feel his hands on my shoulders and jump.
"Oh, sweetie, don't worry... Maybe someone will save you," he pauses, laughing maniacally to himself. "But then again, probably not..."

"Please," I murmur, yet all he does is rub the sticks together, electricity traveling from one to another.

He smirks and shakes his head, leaning in to where his lips just touch the tip of my ear.

"When I find Brooklyn," he whispers harshly.
"I'm going to ten times worse to her, so here's a little preview..." he slowly moves the sticks closer to my head and a whimper falls off my lips.

He forcefully pushes the two sticks onto my temples. A pain flows throughout my body like I'd never experienced before, electricity courses   through my whole being. An ear piercing scream makes its way up my throat and out my mouth.

He pulls the sticks away from me and I take a deep breath.

"Oh I'm sorry, did that hurt?" He says in a plastic concerned voice. With that, he jams the sticks back on my temples, my body jolting foreword to try to somehow get away from the pain. The electricity rips through my body, practically tearing me apart. I scream, for help, for comfort, for anything.

What seems like an eternity later, he pulls them away again. I can't think straight, I can't see straight, I can't do anything but look up at the ceiling while my body shakes.

His hands cup my face, but I can't even react, all I can do is sit there and let him do whatever the hell he wants. It's always been this way.

It will always be this way.