The Hooded Beauty

Welcome To Hell

My vision blurs as I open my eyes. I feel weird. I'm in pain. A lot of pain.
I have never experienced this much pain in such a vast amount of space on my body.
My surroundings become clearer.
Where the fuck am I?
How did I even get here?
What happened to me...
Questions spin through my head, none of which will get answered. Apart from one.
I know who did this.
I feel my neck where a throbbing pain is located.
I remember being hit with something.
No, I remember being injected with something.
I look around and I'm utterly disgusted with what I'm met with.
I'm in a dirty rotten small cell. Metal bars surround me. A barricaded window. That lets in only a few tiny beams of light through the gaps.
I look down at myself. My dress that was brand new, is ripped and shredded. What little material I did have is hardly hiding my 'womanhood' areas.
I'm laid on a bed.
It resembles a bed but it surely doesn't feel like one, I think I'm just laid on a blanket that's over metal.

I wasn't expecting luxury but this is a piss take.
Speaking of piss.
This place smells of urine.

I do not know what is going to happen to me but I don't think it is going to be sunshine and rainbows.

I concentrate on something across from me that is in 'my' cell. It's a bucket. Not a toilet. A fucking bucket.
You expect me to do my business in that?
I'd rather suffer keeping it in than lose that amount of dignity.
"Are you fucking serious?" I say.
An armed huge guard walks into my vision, he's outside of the cell. Obviously patrolling me.

"Morning sunshine, and yes we are serious. Welcome to hell, you'll be here a while" he smiles and laughs sinisterly. Twat.
I already hate him.
What did I even do for this to happen?

Then I do what any cliché stereotypical damsel in distress does.
I scream for help. As loud as I possibly can.
The guard just sighs and shouts "we got a wild one".

A man dressed in a white outfit that resembles a doctor walks into my cell. I watch his every move. Then once the door is locked, with him inside with me, I launch the bucket at his head as hard as I possibly could.
Does not affect him at all.
How the fuck didn't that even hurt a tiny bit? I don't even think he blinked on impact?

"Well, that was rude" he states
"Now that you have thrown your tantrum Miss Lincoln.. we can do this the easy way or the hard way" he says as I run at him and punch him.
Once again.
Nothing.
Why does pain not affect this man at all?
Who the fuck is he?
I mean, I'm not the strongest by any means but a bucket by force should have hurt. Right?

"Guess you've chosen" he says grabbing me.
Then a deja vu moment hits me as my neck is once again pierced.

And everything turns to darkness again.

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Authors note:
Sorry for such a short chapter, I try to aim for 500-1000 word chapters