It Never Stops Repeating

Prologue

Her nails dug into my arm, feeling as if they were inches deep, though it couldn't have been over one. "Where is she," the woman said, slow like molasses. I wish I had been able to see her, but with that many tears swelled in my eyes, it was impossible."I. Don't. Know," I said, inhaling deep breaths in between.

With the back of her hand, she whipped through the air, a sharp pain connecting to my right cheek. Then came the stinging. It spread across my face, probably leaving a red mark where she'd hit me. "I know you were
with her last night." "With who?" I'd finally pulled myself together enough to talk understandably.

"You know!" She shouted at me as she slapped her hand down on the table. "No. No. I don't know." Suddenly all my fear turned into anger. I forced the tears out, tilting my head and squeezing my eyes shut, and then opening. I lifted my head letting the last drop fall. It felt like acid on its way down, burning a path from my eye to my cheek.

My vision cleared seconds after. Now that the tears were gone maybe she'd understand that I was serious. I wasn't kidding. My eyes traveled down to the straps holding my arms in place. Leather with metal at the tips, like a belt. My feet were strapped too. It reminded me of an electric chair. The thought made me sick. What if it was an electric chair?

The girl, what about the girl? What did she look like? I needed to know. Before I could even get the chance to lift my head, a sharp object pricked me and my vision blurred again. I felt dizzy, the world was spinning. That was until everything went black as a bag was placed over my head. I could hear at least. If it weren't for the bag I would've been able to see. The thing was, I could hear, smell, and I could feel them moving me, but I couldn't move by myself.

What the heck did they put in me?