Held Captive: Private

Chapter 5

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A few things struck me as I stood there motionless. One: the foul stench of sweat and blood. Two: the only exit is the entrance. Three: the unimaginable amount of fear that struck my entire body. The entire room looks like a scene straight from a torture movie. There was chains hanging from the ceiling with cuffs at the ends. There was a table made from concrete that had chains hanging from the sides in the middle and end of it, next to it. On the wall was a set of giant tools and on a table was a case with more, smaller tools. The tools still had dried up blood on them, that didn't look too old.

As I surveyed the room, I noticed there was no one in here. I hear the door shut behind me and just as I was going to turn around, I felt someone breathing down the right side of my neck. I froze once again as I heard a grungy voice, "Feel excited yet?" The voice caused an involuntary shiver to crawl down my spine to which he let out a joyous laugh as if it had pleased him.

I let out a cry of pain as I felt something sharp plunge into the muscle between my neck and my shoulder. I hear distorted laugh as I feel myself start to shut down and my body grow heavy. Everything in front of me shifts and darkens. My eyes fight me to close and win as I tried and failed to keep alert. All too soon everything goes dark.

"Have fun... that one... no one"

"Can... kill her?"

"Not until... knows what... with her"

I hear bits and pieces of a conversation as I begin to gain consciousness. I couldn't open my eyes. I scrunched my eyebrows, or at least I think I did. I couldn't feel anything. Not my legs, not my arms, not anything. I couldn't open my eyes or even twitch my lip. Panic started settling in and I'm sure if I could I'd probably be shaking. I hear a door close and hear as someone shuffles towards me. I want to whimper, I try to whimper but to no avail.

"Shhh, its okay. You'll start to feel verrry soon", the chilling voice from earlier spoke aloud. You can hear the smile in his voice and the eagerness as he spoke. I heard him shuffle away and heard the clinging of metal colliding. "Buuut... I'm pretty sure that's not what you want. For you, little miss no one, you'd want to feel nothing ever again until your soon to come demise" His words both frightened me and saddened me. I was little miss no one. I have no one, never will have no one, and am no one. It hurts to realize that if you died, literally, no one would know or care.

Suddenly, I cry out in pain as everything hits me at once. I hear him say something but its covered by my screams of pain. I was hanging by the ceiling with cuffs digging into my skin and drawing blood. My shoulders were sore and felt like they were ready to pop out of the socket. My feet were cuffed too and there was two thick cuts in the back of both my ankles. I was screaming so much tears were ready to come out. I tried so hard to contain the agony I was in and succeeded five minutes later. I let my head fall and bits of my dark purple hair fell into my face. I was physically drained and what's worse is I'm sure this is only the beginning.

"My my, I must say you have lovely vocals. Your screams bring me far too much pleasure than I can stand", he spoke giddily and walked across the room. I felt chills run down my spine as I saw him grab something from the corner of the room and set it right beside me. Looking down I saw sharp object and things that I had no clue what they did but they frightened me nonetheless. I let out a scream as I felt him cut underneath my right arm and felt as my blood dripped down until it began soaking my shirt and then he proceeded to cut my left arm.

"STOP!! PLEASE STOP! PLE-AHHH!!", I screamed at the top of my lungs as I heard the crunching of him breaking my toes, all of them.

Slap!

He slapped me across the face and grabbed me by my cheeks with one hand bringing me closer and squeezing them painfully. "Did I give you permission to talk!?", He yelled spitting in my face. Tears were steadily flowing down my face, "No-" Slap. His rough hand came down upon my face again with more force then the first one. "Why are you still talking!!?"

He grabbed a knife and swung his arm and I bit my tongue as to not make a sound as it cut my left cheek open. My blood mixed with my tears as I tried so hard to stay quiet. I lasted eight seconds before I felt something drip onto my chest that sizzled my skin and lit a fire in my entire body. Although the burning sensation was centered on my chest, it felt as though my whole body had been dipped into what I can only guess was purified silver.

Soon it was raining silver and I let out a gut wrenching scream and through my screams I could hear laughter. He was laughing, while I writhed in pain and screamed my lungs out until my throat got so sore I could hardly scream anymore. The silver stopped and I sighed in relief until I let out another scream as I felt and heard the tearing of my own flesh. He had made deep slashes on the back of both my ankles. As my scream died down-

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

I threw my head back and screamed with all my might. I heard the clashing of metal but couldn't pay attention as I felt the pain of him breaking both of my arms and my legs. Now, if I wanted to run, I would not be able to. Suddenly I was airborne until my face collided with the concrete floor officially breaking my nose yet I didn't scream I only groaned because out of everything that was nothing compared to everything else he's done to me.

"AAHHHH!!!", I screamed as more silver was poured onto my entire body as I lay there helpless, feeling my body burn in excruciating pain. "Crawl! Crawl from underneath the silver!", he spoke with joy and excitement in his every word. Oh god! Him watching me in pain pleasured him! Sick bastard!! Suddenly the silver multiplied until I felt as if I was being bathed in it. I bit my tongue yet you can still hear my screams. With my broken arms and legs, I tried dragging myself from underneath the silver and what seemed like half an hour later I was completely away from the horrible silver. He laughed and left the room. Another man came in and grabbed me by my hair.

I felt numb. I was back where it was safe. I'd never thought I'd be so happy to be in a cage. The trip back was the same, pulled by my hair like a rag doll. Yet this time, I was grateful for it. I didn't scream, not once. I couldn't. I didn't have the energy and it didn't hurt as bad as it did before. But I know why. Before I didn't know anything of what pain was like. Now... now I knew. I didn't even have the energy to crawl into my small sanctuary, they had to push me in. When I said like a rag doll, I meant it literally.

I couldn't even look towards the man with green eyes as I sat here in my cage. I didn't have the energy nor did I have the want. What I had just went through was- I couldn't even speak of it. I shut my eyes not wanting to believe anything. I wasn't captured. I wasn't locked in a cage. Nothing happened that scarred my life. I wasn't here. Right then, I began to cry. I cried for the amount of luck I've had. I cried for the horrible person or people that thought it was humane to leave a baby in the woods. The baby that just so happened to be me. I wasn't wanted, and I understand that. But why not end the life that was not wanted instead of making it grow up in life without support or even a family. If I were ended when I was an infant then I wouldn't be here right now.

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