DARK PARADISE.

Chapter 32.

Hauntingly beautiful music reached every corner of the room, waking her up eventually. She let out a painful moan as her body felt on fire, with the amount of pain coming from most parts of her body.

The realisation that she was captured and tied up again, made Kate both frustrated and fearful. If she thought the first time was painful, this time proved to be worse, when she was bruised with scars caused by razors, slicing through her flesh.

The one responsible was her own father, who looked too engrossed in his handiwork.

"Shh sweetheart, daddy will make the pain go away." He coed in that tone he used whenever he took her to the basenent, when she was a little girl.

It was like reliving that time again, only this time, it was much worse.

"Stop please," she pleaded, her voice coming out weak.

She experienced both agony and exhaustion and didn't know how much more of the torture, she have to endure.

' Let this torture end please.' She mentally prayed, not being able to take it anymore.

"I am almost done - don't worry. Soon, we will all be okay and finally leave this place for good." He said in a daze.

"Happily indeed," a new voice said, gaining her attention.

"Stop that- leave us!" Shade demanded, his voice stern and face angry.

"She's mine!" Doctor Brown argued.

"Was, but you lost that right a long time ago. She's mine now." Shade retorted.

Doctor Brown looked conflicted as he glanced between Shade and Kate, who pleaded for him to not leave her alone with Shade.

Despite what he had done to her, Kate preferred to not be alone with this stranger, who was unpredictable. With her father, she could cook up a plan to try and convince her to set her free.

All hope was lost, the moment Dr Brown walked out of the room.

"I can't believe he got carried away," the stranger muttered to himself.

" W-who are you?" She found herself asking.

He didn't answer.

"Please let me go," she pleaded.

He took a bowl filled with water and cloth, places it on the small table next to where she laid before he began cleaning her wounds.

"Many have said the same thing, many who were weak. You're not weak, so don't disappoint me." His words made her quiet.

She watched silently as he cleaned each wound, surprisingly gentle and precise in his work. When she glanced up to his face, it took a couple of minutes for the realisation that the one who stood before her, was familiar.

She racked her mind, trying to remember where she had seen him. Her efforts paid off because her breath caught in her throat, when it came back to her where she had seen him before.

'The genetor.' It rang in mind.

She couldn't believe the mysterious genetor was part of the havoc, in their lives. She couldn't understand why he was doing this and what he had to gain, from all the pain he caused to her and her friends.

She was knocked out of her thoughts when  she felt something push against her lips. Glancing down she realised it was a straw. He was offering her something to drink.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she opened her mouth and began to drink. That pleasure of finally quenching her thirst was short lived, when he took the bottle away.