To Perish

Ch 3: Elliot

Ch.3

Elliot

I stared at him for a minute. He was either dumb or really smart for telling his name. He then started to walk away.

"Where are you going?"I yelled.

He didn't even flinch. I felt my breathing speed up. I started hyperventilating. What did he mean I wasn't his type? Or how he knew my name? What the hell was going on. I heard his footsteps again. He was carrying a white bucket. He had another malicious smile on his face.

"So, why don't we have some fun." he said as he walked towards me slowly.

He quietly sat the bucket down. Elliot then grabbed a paper cup, and filled it with what looked like water from the white bucket. I swallowed. What was he doing. Then he leaned in and poured the water on my wrist. I screamed. It wasn't water.

"Do you know what are in pools Heather?" Elliot said.

"Water?." My voice shaking as I talked.

Then he dipped the cup in the substance again. I shook my head. He poured it on my skin again. I shrieked again.

"Well no duh. Use your brain a little, I know you have one." Elliot sarcastically said.

"Ok, Ok. Um you mean like Chlorine."

"Ding! Ding!" Elliot yelled at the top if his lungs. "Did you know if you use access amounts of it in water it can irritate your skin. Or inflict pain. I like watching people suffer, if you hadn't figured that out yet."

"Please just let me go! I haven't done anything to you!" Now I started to cry and beg. And I felt tears stream down my face.

He grabbed my face. And he leaned in really close. I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. I turned my face in the opposite direction.

"Well I will be damned. I didn't that you were the crying and begging type."Elliot sneered.

"Please Elliot-

"Don't you dare call me Elliot! You hear me? Just because I told you my name doesn't mean you can use!" Elliot yelled.

He slapped me after that. Elliot walked away. And he didn't say a word. Then the lights went dark. I was cast into complete darkness. I cried, damn I cried hard. Maybe it was everything, just my whole life.

•••

I didn't sleep the whole night. I just starred into the void. When I saw the lights turn my eyes were strained. I looked up. Of course it was Elliot. He smiled at me. Elliot had something in his hand.

"Did you sleep well, because I know that I sure did." Elliot asked. But he gave me no time to respond. He put a red bandana over my mouth.

"Looks like we will never know." He bellowed. I rolled my eyes. I felt fear strike me in the chest. Then he pulled out his mysterious weapon. It was a whip! Was he going to whip me? It was a small whip, it couldn't be more than three feet long. But it was different than other whips. It wasn't just one strand. There were nine! Oh shit I was screwed.

"It's called the Cat O' Nine. It is more of an ancient torturing device but it still works like a charm." His smile was all to friendly.

I tried to say something but it was all muffled because of the gag. Elliot walked over to one of the walls and hit the Cat O' Nine against it. I could see after he was done, that it had left marks on the cement wall. There were no words. Elliot walked over to me and raised the whip. I could feel a single tear run down my face as I vigorously tried to break free.