My Infinite Prison

Chapter 6

If you were curious, I use the music/videos to set the mood for the chapter. Also, this chapter may be edited heavily later on so, be aware.

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I threw a glance behind my shoulder to check how close the monsters were. I squealed, not expecting them to be so close. I could see the pupils in their eyes! I gripped my camera tighter and spun around so I was running backward. I quickly snapped a few pictures of their faces before spinning around again and slamming into a body of steel. I was knocked onto my ass and dropped the camera shattering it. I fumbled through the wreckage and found the memory card. I gripped on to it and stuck in my mouth as inconspicuously as I could then a white cloth was pushed over my mouth and nose. I panicked at their sudden motion and, stupidly, I took a deep breath falling into their trap. The last thing I saw was his gorgeous face with those dreamy chocolate eyes.

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My eyes fluttered open and they came in contact with a dull, grey wall. A shiver ran up my spine. I was in a cold cement room with my body completely exposed. Apparently, my kidnappers wanted me in my undergarments becasue I didn't see the clothes I was wearing earlier. They had me chained to a wooden chair. It was sturdy but I could still shatter it if I tried hard enough, however, I was going to wait until after I found out what they wanted with me.

There was one dim light on in the room just above my head. It would likely be a technique my kidnappers would use to their advantage. They would probably hide in the shadows like cowards so I wouldn't see their faces.

I heard the enormous iron door creak open. It felt like I was in a horror movie; I didn't know what to expect, who to expect or how many of them there would be. I couldn't help but quake at the thought of who would soon come into my view. I first heard a laugh, a masculine laugh. It was low and identical to the growl of a predator. That's exactly what he was. He was a predator and I was his victim and there would be no way to escape, he had made sure of it or at least that's what he thought.

"I see you've grown quite accustomed to the bonds that you've been placed in," he growled. I squirmed in my chair trying to get my hands free or loose even. The man let a laugh rupture through the room at my struggles. It was a gravelly, rough laugh that scared me stiff.

"It's not exactly how I prefer my women," he stepped behind me then leaned close to my ear, "They're typically lying down," he paused, "and dead."

He made his way in front of me but, did not expect me to talk back, "I like my men silent as I hover above them," I paused as I looked up and met his eyes, "while they whimper for mercy."

"I didn't give you permission to speak," he said in a violent manner as he turned toward the cart labeled, Demon, for a barbed whip. "Besides your not going to ruin all my fun. Now," he paused a moment considering what his next words should be, "don't speak unless spoken to unless you want to be punished."

He wound his arm up and brought the whip down on my bare legs. I quivered in pain as he cracked the whip down again over the same wound he inflicted seconds ago. This time he laughed at the cry I let out from the flesh being torn from my body. The merciless man was about to land another lashing on my legs as a different booming voice echoed from behind me telling him to stop.

"Hunter, stop, she isn't going tell us what we want to know if we don't ask her questions." This man was evidently older than my torturer, Hunter. He was gorgeous. His features shown through even in the dim lighting, he had chestnut brown hair that flowed to the left side of his head and his eyes were a deep brown. He had a sleeve of tattoos running up his right arm and multiple on his neck.

The man crouched in front of my legs, he had a smile plastered on his face. The way he was kneeling in front of me made me uncomfortable and squirm in the little room I could in the chair. "Where are my manners? We know your name but, you don't know ours. Jayden--"

"DO NOT CALL ME THAT," I shouted in his face and heaved my foot off the ground jamming it up against his genitals, hard.

He groaned in pain as he staggered back into the darkness he emerged from in the previous hour. Hunter pushed himself off of the wall and smirked at the fury I displayed on the man, he then said, "behind me is Axel and I am Hunter."

He stood in front of me and crouched down to my height, however, he was more careful to stay out of range of my legs. I tilted my head upwards and met Hunter's eyes and spit the hidden memory card, at his feet. Flashing my eyes toward the memory card now on the ground I say, "Asshole. That what you wanted? You kidnapped me to get a fucking memory card, you useless, spineless bastard."

Smack. He hit me. He fucking hit me. "You little perra. You don't assault him and then speak to me with a free tongue, without consequences." His little power act didn't course fear through my veins as it might to another girl. I was tough. I fought with people who were relentless, therefore, the pain he tried to erupt in my cheek, felt more like a dull throb.

Furious with his previous action, I head-butted him in his nose causing him to stumble backward and trip over the still groaning, Axel on the ground. I decided this was the time to break free. I stood up as best as I could without falling over and slammed my ass back down on the chair. It took me a few tries to get the chair to break. By now Hunter had stood up, ignoring the pain in his nose, and was coming at me. I ducked at his attempted right hook and swung the metal chain still wrapped around my arms at his gut. I successfully hit his core but the chains didn't faze him. I struggled to get untangled from the chains and felt a punch land on my right cheek and some land on my stomach. I continued through the pain and bloodied cheek until I finally got loose and turned to Hunter and uppercut his jaw and then dick. I took the chains as the only weapon accessible to me at the moment and slammed them on him multiple times until blood was splattering onto me from his bloodied and bruised face. I then turned to do the same with the chains to Axel in the corner but he had run from the room to get back up. I was so fucked.

I bolted from the room, as best I could with the condition my legs were in. I limped down the hall until I found a door with a staircase picture next to it. I didn't know which way to go, up or down. I think I could have been in the basement or one of the basements because the holding cell I was in didn't have any windows so, I took off up the stairs as I began hearing loud banging and shouting down the hall I had just come from.

Shit, fuck, shit, fuck. Those words surrounded my thoughts as I made my way up the stairs trying to find the door that would lead me to my safety, my escape. I busted through the first door I saw leading me from the stairwell into a big open room. Then 13 burly men stomped into the room armed with handguns. This fight was not in the ring and I was on the unlucky side of things considering I was unarmed and practically naked. I was going to have to recall everything I learned from my trainer in the past couple years of my life. I didn't know how well I was going to do in this battle granted the fact that I had managed to surpass everyone in everything they taught at the gym, this was not the gym anymore and I was not in an environment that was willing to be merciful.