No reason to live!

Chapter 5 - Every points a sin

I felt so alone, even more than I did before. I had just finished throwing up and had placed the over flowing bowl/bucket in the corner of the room while I sat as far away from it as I could.

I missed my mum! When ever I was sick or even sneezed my mum would be by my side with a tissue and a hug. Why did I have to be in this hell hole? There are many other girls in this world who could be his 'experiment'! Why me? Why would Josh recommend me? I thought he liked me? If so why was he torturing me? I listened to myself say these thoughts aloud, so my brain could try to puzzle together. I heard an echo of a deep voice which I had never heard before and looked at the door to see the eyes of the guard starring at me, with an almost sorry, yet job worthy look.

"Torture? Oh no, it's only the beginning!"

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"Get up !" The man ordered, kicking me impatiently. I looked up from my curled up position in the corner to see the bucket/bowl had been removed from the other side of the room, which seemed darker then before even though there we're no windows.

"You can't sleep on the floor all night!" He said, but I couldn't be bothered to get up. There was no way I was going to let him torture me and push me around.

"Get up!" He ordered again in a more stern voice. I jumped at the sudden change of voice, so much for my bravery plan, and ran into middle of the room where he was pointing and the chains from before hung from the ceiling. A creaking sound accrued and the door swung open for Josh to appear.

"Not there you stupid girl!" The man shouted again, obviously I wasn't his perfect idea for an experiment, but he had me now so...

Josh walked up to me slowly and leaned in like he had done before.

"The bed!" He hissed into my ear and pointing exactly at the lump in the bed. I starred at him asking in my head, is he really serious? Was that what this was all about? Kidnapping me, so Josh could have his one night of satisfaction? In that case what was the Ipecac for? No this was more than that, like the guard said this was only the beginning. I stumbled over to the side of the bed with each man either side of me. Two seconds seemed like an hour, when we got there Josh chucked back the duvet for me to see chains attatched to the headboard and the mound under was no mound at all instead lay a matress of needles. Looking blunt enough, to not damage you, but shap enough to stab the skin and bring pain. I froze, before looking up at Josh, he seriously wasn't going to force me to do this? He's seriously going to make me sleep on a sheet of pins? Before I even had a chance to ask, I was lifted up and layed softly ontop of the pins with a scilent gasp, feeling every single pin hit my skin and my arms chained up above my head again.

Both men said nothing as the chains clinged shut, but simply walked away, me biting my lip trying to show them no pleasure in listening to my screams. As soon as I heard the door slam and footsteps outside walking along the corridor, I screamed in pain, every needle head feeling like a thousand bee stinks or fire ant bites. I shouted with the pain feeling the pins hit my muscles, but travel no further, resting in me.