Truth Behind My Terror

Chapter Two:Hate Or Love?

A man's face I did not recognize appeared through the bars of the cage,chuckling. "Christopher must think you're awfully special to keep you alive this long." He roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the cage, me fighting the whole way. "Come on, Christopher wants you to dine with him." the strange man said. Along the way down the corridor, the man told me his name was Rolf Dashkov. Rolph proceeded to a room and shoved me inside. After I heard the click of the lock, I decided to see how things would play out. So after I had put on a very expensive looking white gown, I then proceeded to a room that I assumed was the dining room. But I soon realized that once I stepped into the room, I would be forever scarred, physically and mentally. On the far side of the room, there was a shelf full of pictures. In every single picture, there was a girl that I assumed were what was lying down in the cages. As I looked at the picture of me, smiling and laughing with my baby sister, I realized that I may actually never see her again. I was so entangled in my thoughts that, I did not notice Christopher entering the room until his cold hands clamped onto my waist, spinning me around to face his chest. I pulled away out of instinct and was punished with a slap to the face. Christopher's eye's roamed my body hungrily, and I shuddered at the thought of what he would do to me. "Why do you shudder at my touch?" He asked in a low, threatening voice that had my knees buckling in terror. " Because you scare me" I whimpered. "I do not think it is me that you are scared of, but , by what I make you feel" he said with lust in his voice. Without warning, he grabbed my waist and smashed his lips to mine. I ripped my lips away in disgust and stalked to the other side of the room. Christopher scowled and took threatening steps toward me, growling in the process. "Don't you ever pull away from me when I kiss you" he said snatching my arm and bruising the still healing skin even more. I winced at the searing pain that shot through my arm. Christopher smiled as he yanked me onto his lap and proceeded to try to feed me. As he raised his fork with a chunk of questionable meat to my lips, the doorbell rang. Rolph appeared from the shadows with a bored expression. "Sir, the package has arrived". Christopher smiled" Excuse me my darling, I have to go check on something." Without another word he left the room to go attend to whatever the "package"was. As I shut my eyes, I heard the faint sound of nails against wood. What's that sound? The room suddenly went dark as a cold, evil-feeling, presence entered the atmosphere. My eyes darted around the room in fear. There! Two red eyes stared at me from the bookcase in the corner. "W..Who's there?" I stammered. A bulky figure emerged from the bookcase. As he directed his blood-red eyes at me, there was a crash and a series of swear words following suit. A minute later, my eyes widened in horror when Christopher came walking in, covered in dark red liquid.Christopher's eyes scanned the room and when they landed on me they started to glow. I backed away into a corner, shaking my head. Christopher smiled and pulled me into his blood drenched chest. I started to sob at the thought of Christopher killing someone just minutes ago. As my tears streamed down my tear stained cheeks, I noticed that I was being carried bridal style to a bedroom. I started to thrash and cry out for help. I expected that I was going to be violated again, but I was shocked when Christopher gently laid me down on a comforter and left the room. I did not have time to ponder this before my lead-like eyes drifted shut and, pulled me into the depths of my mind.