"Unique"

Chapter 15

I was running. Running as fast as my legs could carry me. Where was I going, I don't even know all I do know is I need to keep going. My legs were burning and heart was pounding. I felt like at any moment my body would collapse, but I kept on pushing.

I could hear the leaves crunching from behind but I didn't dare to turn around, but then my body hit the ground. I tried to get up but I was quickly tackled.

"Where do you think your going"  he hissed

I didn't dare to speak, fearing what would happen if I did. All the pain they have brought to my body, it just wouldn't end I couldn't escape no matter what I did.

He grabbed me by my legs and started dragging my bruised, skinny body through the forest back to hell.

He through me in a cell my body hitting the cold cement floor. They brought me here to break me and that's just what they did. I don't even know how long I've been here but it feels like a lifetime.

I crawled to the corner of the room. I knew what was going to happen next, i just hope that it will bring my life to an end.

Hours passed, I waited and I waited fearing what to come but no one ever came in. But I knew that they would. I soon dosed off from exhaustion.

"Wake up, bitch"

My eyes weakly flew open but they couldn't focus. The bring light blinded me. I closed my eyes back and slowly began to open them again.

Around the room I could see a few men and also Chris. They were all looking at me with devilish grins. I looked down at my body to see that my arms and legs were tied to a wall. I was in nothing but a bra and panties.

Chris slowly started to walk to me. I looked down at his hands to see a knife. I prepared myself for what's about to come but it seems as if I never could.

Chris pushed the knife into my stomach he then yanked it out. He walked back to where the men was and got something from one of them I couldn't see what but he then started to walk back to me. I tried preparing myself but what's the point it never helped.

But the pain never came. Instead a cold wet feeling traced my stomach. I looked down to see Chris drawing circles around my stomach around the stab wound.

A few minutes later he stood back looking at what he drew. I looked down to see a dart board drawn onto my stomach with the stab wound being the the bullseye.

The two men and Chris all took turns throwing knifes at my stomach. The pain was unbearable. No matter how much I screamed they never stopped no matter how much I begged they didn't stop. Finally after a while Chris threw a knife into the 'bullseye' and the game ended. All of the men left but Chris.

Chris went up to me and took the chains off. He knew o was to weak to fight him. He then pushed me to the ground making the knifes go father into my stomach. I yelled out in pain, but that didn't make him do anything but smile.

He picked me up by my hair and slammed the front of my body into a wall with him behind me.

"Don't ever try and run away again or I'll just make it worst" he shouted.

He then dropped me to the ground and left out of the room.

I woke up gasping for air. These dreams are coming back more frequently. Tears slowly started to fall down my face. I sat in bed crying for a while.

These past couple of days I haven't been thinking about nothing but trying to get stuff done. I haven't been thinking about Enzo, or Dylan or anything for that matter. I have secretly been trying to forget about them.