A Winter Never Forgotten

Chapter 8: In A Dark Cellar

   I woke up, tied to a chair. I was in a dark cellar, chains hanging from the wall. My head hung to stare at the ground. My body shook as I heard footsteps outside the cellar door.
   The man that had my arms pinned behind my back came in. He came in with a rope, knife, and....the little girl.
   She was out cold, possibly looked dead. I was honestly more scared for her sake then mine. I looked around and I saw him.
   John.
   He was also chained, but to the wall. He was unconscious and scratched up.
   "What are you going to do?" I scream, trying to pull my arms out of the rope. My hair hung over my face when my head hung with tiredness.
   He walked over and put a finger under my chin. He raised my head up and looked into my eyes. I growled low and whipped my head away.
   "Don't touch me, you son of a bitch!" I yell at him. That's when John groaned and slowly came too.
   "Who...what's going on?" He asked, now realizing where he was. "Oh...shit...you fucking bastards! Let us go!"
   "I would stop if I were you," the man said, walking towards John. He went behind him and pulled his neck back and placed a sharp knife right at the jugular.
   "No!" I scream with terror. "Please! Don't hurt him!"
   I felt tears sting the back of my eyes. All the man does was laugh and walk back to me.
   "Who the fuck you think you talking to, little girl?" he said with a snicker.
   "I'm not a little girl, jack-ass," I said. He twirled a little strand of my hair on his finger. He smiled as he did this.
   With a fast, swift movement, he now had a fist gripping a pile of my hair and pulled my neck back to look at his terrifying face from behind. My mouth was a gap and I shook in fear.
   "Don't you worry about a thing, doll. I ain't gonna hurt 'em," he said with a sneer. "Just you~."
   He suddenly let go and my head dunked forward. He was in front of me once I lifted it up. He smiled scary-like. He untied me and pushed me to the ground. He grabbed the back of my shirt collar and slammed me back to the ground.
   I always glanced over before my head slammed back on the floor to him. He was screaming and actually crying. I felt bad for him but as long as he didn't get hurt....
   He soon grabbed a bat and sat me back up. With a hard, sharp swing all I felt was a pound to the head and a loud whack. I fell to the ground dizzy and the whole room spinning.
   I could feel the blood slowly trickle down my skull. It sneaked its way on to the ground and I fell into a black hole.