The red room

Torture||Chapter 2

"Wake her up." 

I was surprised when cold water was splashed on my face. A bucket was flung across the floor, and I heard it. I gasped and found myself staring at three men, all of whom were wearing masks. One of them reached out and grabbed my chestnut hair.

"What a pity... "She's also gorgeous, you know." I turned away from them with a jerk of my head. I was struggling. They were all laughing.

"Now pay attention to what I'm saying. Listen!" The man who pulled my hair struck me across the face. I gasped and came to a halt.

"We're going to make a beautiful video of you." Mind, live. I'm counting on you to be on your best behaviour. The highest bidder from those folks on the internet gets to tell us what to do with you. From stabbing you in the back to slicing your throat and even gouging out your eyes. Did you get that?"

I didn't say anything. All of those people were monsters.

"Got that?" he yelled, slamming my shoulder into the chair.

"Yes." The agony made me wince.

"Oh my goodness, she talks!" exclaimed another.

"All right, let us introduce ourselves."

They took off their masks all three of them.

"I'm Skinhead, that's Ripper and him," pointing to the third one, "He's baron. They are of course, not our real names. But at least, you'll know who we are."

Skinhead had a shaved face and a bald head. He had an unmistakable grin. Ripper, on the other hand, had short, unkempt black hair and profound blue eyes. He had a huge scar that ran from his right temple to his right cheek. His clenched fist still held the jagged knife. Baron was just a slender, strong-looking man with grey eyes who didn't appear to have a soul.

"Why?" I cried. "Why, of all people, did you abduct me?"

"It's easy to see why. You come across our hijinks, and this is what you get. You are aware that you are not the first." Ripper muttered as he fiddled with his knife. "You're a total piece of shit, you know that?" I spat.

"What was that? You got something to say?" Ripper grabbed my throat and was squeezing it painfully. I choked.

"Woah, Woah! Easy there, Ripper. Remember, we can't kill her now. We have to do it tonight, after all the audience needs a little show." said Skinhead, pulling Ripper's arm. Ripper removed his fingers from my neck and spat at me. 

"What time is  left before the fun?" Ripper asked.

" Just under an hour," said Baron.  

"What's your name? We need to know for tonight." Skinhead asked.

I stayed silent and glared at him. 

"We're wasting time here. Let's get the show on," said Ripper. "Maybe she might answer our questions during the torture. Baron fetch the equipment, Skinhead, get the tools. We're going to have some fun," looking at Skinhead and Baron with a grin.

Baron and Skinhead left through the door and I was alone with Ripper. 

I looked down at my clothes and realised my blouse was covered in dark blood and was torn at the shoulders. Ripper sat down on a stool and gave me an odd glance. Seconds ticked away and my heart was racing. 

"Girl, what's your name? I just wanna know." Ripper said, looking at me.

"It's Jasmine. Ok?" I nodded my head in his direction. He snorted. I wanted to insult him but I knew the consequences would be even more severe. So I kept my mouth shut.

"How old are you?" he whispered quietly. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"15."

"Sheesh, and at this age you on the deep web, huh?" he said, mildly amused.

"Yeah. Got a problem with that?" I answered back.

"Don't you get all too snappy with me, you little bitch." He strolled over towards me. He grabbed my chin and whispered into my ear. 

"Don't think you'll get out here alive."

And at that same moment, the door crashed open. 

"Got 'em," Skinhead said, rattling the box of torturous tools.

Ripper punched my jaw lightly and announced aloud,

"Let the show begin."