Twisted Circus

Chapter Five

This is extremely unedited, but I haven't uploaded in so long.

Sienna was awoken for a second time again, this time by a daunting, deafening scream in the distance. She swung herself up from the crumpled bed, and to no surprise, her arms were held back. But this time, so were her bare legs. Someone must of came in and strapped them down too. She panicked as she felt the ropes wrap tighter around her ankles the more she tried to push them off.

The disturbing noise got louder; It sounded like someone was being slaughtered. The tears immediately began to burn in her emerald eyes. The louder it got, the more she tried to unbuckle herself from the strains on her arms. Free herself from the rope around her leg as her terrified curiosity of what was going on took over.

" Help! Help!" Sienna began yelling into an empty, dark room. It was pitch black, but she could see the morning light creeping through the tents gaps, which meant she'd been in this bed almost an entire twenty four hours- she must've been drugged. This worried her because she was sure the circulation in her legs would soon stop due to the ropes suffocating the area of the blood flowing. How she wished she'd payed attention in Biology class. If she hadn't been too busy flirting with Zac Anderson, she would've been able to understand how long she had to damn live.

" Fuck.." she whispered to herself. They couldn't leave her stranded in here, she would die.

Sienna heard her belly growl, and her body felt empty from lack of food. She hadn't ate a thing since god knows when. Her lips were cracked and dehydrated. So was her throat as the ticklish feeling crept up her uvula. Sienna had never felt so disgusting in all her life. She needed to shower, it had been too long.

Suddenly, Sienna whipped her body upwards as noise was evident outside the tent. Her ears flickered up in delight. Someone was there, and she knew it.

"Francis!" Sienna found herself calling that wooden boy; she assumed it was Francis outside, because he was the one who seemed to visit. He'd tried to talk to her this morning, and she was having non of it. She still wasn't; he was a freak, but she'd spoke to him the most. Maybe he'd untie and unbuckle her, if she pleaded. The screaming made her feel so petrified and alone, and the chains made her arms ache to the core. This was her only hope.

" Francis! " She cried again, this time, with a croaky tone, and to her surprise, she heard ruffling through the tent. Her bright eyes gleamed with hope as two bodies entered. It was Francis and another man.

The other guy appeared round about twenty years old in the face, but his build was bulky. His entire body was coated in tattoos, but not just normal tattoos. No patterns. Just ink, and he had a blue fish tale of hair on top of his head. Her dirty face scrunched as she eyed the new fellow, and she moved her eyes back to Francis when he spoke.

" You're awake," Francis said.

He began moving closely to her, and Sienna tried to shuffle away, but failed. Her back still slowly murdered her with each movement she made. Each breath she took. Mason's shove had been pretty forceful. Dick.

" What's that screaming? What's going on?" She begged for some reassurance she'd been hearing things, but she knew deep down, someone was definitely being held captive, just like her. Maybe they could come up with a plan to escape together.

Francis looked at the snake-like man,
and then back at Sienna's haunted face and trembling fingers.

" Don't worry, Sienna. It's nothing." Francis assured her, but she didn't look satisfied. The hellish grunting appeared again, and Sienna tried to pull her hands over to her ears as she let out a hushed whimper.