Kidnapped By The Killer

Held Captive

As I look out the thin, brick window all I can think about what it would be like to actually feel the sun on your skin, and the wind blowing through your hair. For four years I have been locked up in some kind of basement, I have been starved and beaten. My family was killed by whoever it was that took me and now all I can do is take what I am given till someone or something saves me from this hell. I heard the door open and a bright light filled the room, I had to look away from the light since all around me is darkness. You know that saying once you go into the darkness there is no going back, well that saying is right. As soon as the door was closed I could see who had come in, it was a man and a woman, most likely those two are married and just want me as a punching bag since they have already killed my family and friends. As I watch them take things off the table and discuss what all they are going to do, they finally decided to use the knives and the electrical whip. After four hours of non-stop torture, I was left down here almost on death's door. Eventually I passed out from all the pain and exhaustion, But once I had woken up I wish I hadn't since I am in so much pain. The amount of pain that has been accumulating over the years has finally caught up to me and now I am just left with a broken soul wishing to be saved. I have lost all amount of hope that I will be let out of this hell hold and finally be free to do what the whatever the fuck I want to do.  

Later that night I was brought out of the cellar and for the first time I felt like they actually cared, but I know that it not true since it has been four long years since I have ever felt like someone cared about me. But all good things end, I should of seen what was coming next from a mile away. They lead me to a bedroom and right there on the bed was three men, and I thing I know why they were there. They had that gleam in their eyes that told you they were up to no good. Before I could turn around they had the door shut and locked, and that was when the men pined me to the wall. They tore my already torn shirt and pants off, one of them caressed my breast and pinched my nipples. As they were doing that the others came over and tore off the rest of my clothing and I shivered as the cold are hit my area. They then trow me on the bed and forced their way into me, this whole time I have been screaming and crying. That only seems to turn them on more since they all but speed up and switched up. As the other one pushed into me the others held my hands and feet, one of then forced their cocks into my mouth and fucked my mouth. Two hours later they all had their fill and left, as they were walking out they gave the people money and they only had smirks on their faces, almost like they love to see and hear me in pain. After they all left I was dragged back down stairs and chained up to the wall, but they were not done just yet as they got the whips and knives out. After four more hours of torture and pain I was left down there, it felt like hours before I finally passed out. 

I was woke up by the sound of metal hitting metal, as my sight cleared I could clearly see that the man was holding two knives and shaping them. He must have seen that I was awake since the next thing I know is that there is a knives right beside my head. But that did not scare me as much as having the next one hit me in the arm pinning it further to the floor. Then he comes closer and carves some sign on my arms and legs, I can't tell what the signs mean or even what they are. Tears were streaming down my face in rivers, it hurt so much that I about passed out due to the pain. It could not have been more than an hour before I was awaken again, this time it was by my chains becoming tighter against my wrists. Than being hung by my hands, that hurts more than you can imagine, the next thing they done was stab a hot poker to my back till it branded me. As if that was not torturous as it is they repeated the process over again, but this time it was on my thighs. After being branded five more times they left me hanging, I was hurt and bleeding. The cuffs dug into my wrists and I could feel the blood dripping down my thighs, back, and arms. Eventually I heard their footsteps going out the door signaling that they have left for work and won't be back for several hours. The pain is so intense and it smells like burned flesh that is mixed with the metallic smell of blood, eventually the blood loss got to me and I passed out.

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