The Prison (Book 1)

Damsel in Distress

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Damsel in Distress

The next time I woke up, I found a tray of food next to my head. It wasn't Schneizel's steak dinner, that was for sure. Far from it, actually. With a grunt, I shoved the tray as far away from me as possible, knocking it over and spilling the 'food' all over the concrete floor. I was of half a mind that it was drugged or poisoned. I could still feel the sting of Raven's syringe on the side of my neck when he attacked and drugged me back in my cell. I hadn't even had a chance to scream for attention.

Would he go to all these lengths just to rape me, the psychopath? Or worse?

I shivered in disgust and slowly came to my feet. Aside from a swollen lip and sore arms, I'd sustained no injuries. Yet. I hated being so pessimistic, but things were not looking good for me. Unless I found a way to escape or was found and saved soon, I was going to get the full Prison from Hell experience.

I decided I wasn't going to wait around like some sort of Damsel in Distress. I tugged at my chains. They were as sturdy as they looked. Breaking them with my bare hands was out of the question. I had to find some sort of tool to do it with. I crouched where the chains were glued to the ground. They weren't just glued to the ground; the metal links protruded out of the cemented floor. Whoever had made this room had meant for it to act like a dungeon cell. A dungeon in a prison. There was something poetic about it. I figured I could sever them if I just found something to do it with. Glancing around the tiny room, I hadn't really expected Raven to leave a saw around in reach, but I was still disappointed when I didn't even find a bobby pin.

I got up and walked to the door, then was made to stop exactly two feet away from it. I raised my foot. It actually reached the handle, but when I clumsily forced the handle down by applying pressure, I saw that the door was locked.

"Fuck!"

I was beginning to panic. Or rather, I'd been panicking from the moment I opened my eyes in this place, but it was just now starting to get to my head and scramble my mind. No, I had to maintain a clear mind. If thriller movies had taught me anything, it was just that.

A pipe hissed from behind me. I turned around and scrutinized said pipe with narrowed eyes.

A lightbulb went off in my head.

There were three pipes fixed to the wall parallel to each other. The one in the middle looked especially rusty compared to the rest. Unthinkingly, I grabbed it with both hands. Big mistake. I let out a yelp and instantly pulled my hands away. I looked down at my shaking palms, now a bright, angry red color.

"Great. Just great. Being burned is exactly what I need right now." I hissed in anger.

I waited for my hands to cool off and for the pain to lessen, then I unzipped my uniform. I realized that taking it off completely would be impossible due to the cuffs at my wrists, so I stepped out of the lower half, leaving only my upper body dressed. It was a strange sight. After that, I balled the lower half in my hands and then used it as a towel to grab the pipe again. One good tug was sufficient to pull it off the wall. I dropped it to the ground and it clanked loudly; the hollow thing proved surprisingly heavy. Good.

I zipped up my uniform, sat down and waited for Raven to show up.

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The sound of a key turning in the door's lock alerted me. The hair at my nape stood on edge. A fat droplet of sweat rolled down the side of my face –and it wasn't just because the temperate of this steamy pipes-filled room was close to the boiling point. My heart started pumping double-time. I could feel the adrenaline surging through my veins, heightening my senses. Despite the pain it brought me, I tightened my burned hands around the now cold pipe. Raven was coming.

The door swung open. With an inhuman growl, I threw the pipe with every ounce of strength I had in me. The metal pipe rotated in the air and smacked Raven straight in the nose. A comforting crack echoed off the walls. Raven dropped face-first onto the concrete floor with a thud like a sack of flour. Without waiting to see if Raven had indeed been incapacitated, I ran to the limits of the chains, dropped down onto my knees, and reached for Raven.

"Dammit; he's too far!" My hand hovered just out of reach of his bleeding head. The pipe that I'd pried off the wall hadn't been able to break the chain, so I was stuck with this sorry-excuse-for-a-plan-B.

I stretched until I thought I'd dislocate my own shoulder, extending my fingers. The moment I grazed his hair that had alarming contents of hair jell, I closed my fist around it and pulled. Raven inched forward, just a little bit. I relaxed a moment, swallowed a deep breath because I was heaving so hard it looked like I'd run a marathon, then tried again. I dragged him forward from his hair another inch, face-down, with every ounce of strength that I had remaining. Raven slid on the blood coming out of his nose with squeaky sounds. At one point I tore some hair.

After a few tries, I felt drained; mainly due to the lack of nourishment these past who-knows-how-many hours. Finally, when he was in reach, I hauled him closer from his uniform and dug into his pockets.

Really, it was a long shot hoping, praying that Raven would foolishly be carrying the keys to my chains on his person.

My fingers wrapped around what suspiciously felt like a metal key in his left pocket, and I felt my heart soar. Relieved, I snatched it out and started unlocking the cuffs at my wrists. The first cuff fell to the ground - on top of Raven's head - with a thwack. When I started unlocking the other wrist, a hand seized my ankle and gave it a good tug.

I blinked up at the single bulb hanging from the roof, confused and dazed. In the distance, I heard the hissing of a pipe. The moment my mind registered what had happened, I felt pain grip my spine; I'd landed straight on the fucking chains again. Groaning in pain, I started to get up.

A face –a very angry, very bloody face –appeared in my line of vision. Raven's nose looked like it would need 3 corrective surgeries before it would go back to looking remotely normal again.

I reacted. I didn't react fast enough, though. Raven seized the fist I'd hastily and clumsily thrown up at him and pinned my arm high above my head. I lashed out with my other free hand, catching Raven in the nose. His scream was more alarming than the crack I heard. I scrambled to my feet and started looking for the key that had dropped from me while Raven writhed on the ground like a fish out of the water. But before I could even spot the damn key, Raven started to get up.

"God, stay down, ya freak!" I raised my foot in order to kick him down, but Raven let out an inhuman, outraged growl that fazed me for a moment; a moment that cost me dearly. He lunged for me like a fucking sumo wrestler, tackling me to the ground –and onto the damn chains again. This time when my back collided with the metal chains, I let out a pained cry. It felt like my spine had been severed. Pain shot up and down my body, fazing me.

He was on top of me before I could scream.

Raven pinned both my hands above my head. 

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