The Anarchist

helplessness; the illusion of innocence

I looked up and stared as my hands pulled the muscles in my shoulders from behind. My hands had been bundled and tied to a rope hanging off the ceiling where my whole body weight hung off. Only my legs were touching the grounds further enforcing the pain. The ground was painted maroon either from blood of other tortured souls or simply being the design that had existed here it was impossible to tell at this stage. In the distance I could hear many shouts and loud grunts as women screamed frantically. My mind could only imagine what such animals could do. The room I was bundled up in was small with many small bookshelves encompassing me yet devoid of any books itself.

The door had been positioned behind me as to I could not recognize who came in and out or have any fighting advantage were I to escape. I waited as suppressed screams from the other side of the door began to sound clearer and clearer. Suddenly the door swung open slamming all the dust off the ground into the air where it guided the path of sunlight from the window slits. I could clearly and loudly hear a woman crying behind my back loudly and desperately. My hands and legs were broken and weak, my physical limitations limited my ability for justice. I hang my head down in guilt.

"What the fuck is this guy doing here?" I feel a sharp kick from behind which makes me stumbles forward and fall only to be stopped by the rope and dislocating my shoulders. Click! I grunted deeply as I sucked in air. "Why the fuck You have to be tied here?" He screamed adamantly. I only sighed quietly as the room went silent with the woman's sob the exception. "I fucking have this room reserved!" He kicked me again to propel my forward. I scream this time as the pain gets worse. I hear a slap as he screams "Shut the fuck up!" He pushed her to the ground where I can see her face briefly.

Her hair was sprawled and messy. Her lips were dry, and her eyes were red with tears. The marks of chains and ropes showed themselves on her neck and arms. At this point she had seemed to stop sobbing as if she had accepted what was to come to her. The man wearing a mask around his face got on top of her looking down at her. She had to be no younger than 16.

"look at me." He asked. The girl ignored this request. The man sighed and slapped her hard across the mouth so that blood sprawled out from her lip. He grabbed her hands and firmly placed them on the ground as he began to proceed. I shut my eyes in disgust, feeling helpless and worthless. I could hear the sobbing start again as a minute went by.

"So young!" He laughed heartily like a sick joke. At this point I didn't know what was going on as I completely shut my eyes.

It was going to commence when the bell rang. A large alarm echoing through the corridors.

"Fuck!" He screamed. He slapped the girl again and got up from her. She looked at him melancholically as her hands remained where he had kept them. I could hear him zipping up something as he stormed out the room. I shivered at the thought of hat could have happened. I looked down at the girl muttering.

"Sorry." I hesitantly said.