D!fferent L!fe

6 Minuets and 26 Seconds

-this is a warning, this chapter contains some explicit and graphic content. You have been warned, this chapter is skippable.-

6 minuets.

I have- 6 minuets.

I felt blood pour down my front as the footsteps faded to silence. My body refused to move, but I ripped myself to hell and back as my eyes opened.

"Wh-who are you?"

"My name is Pestilence, one of the horsemen of the apocalypse!" A sweet smile shone on his face but I didn't trust it. His visible eye lie happily closed.

I forced my hands to move to my chest where my heart should be. I couldn't feel my pulse. I couldn't feel anything but mind numbing pain. Any blood I prevented from spilling out my front trickled down my back as it was pressed to the wall. I tried croaking out words but I only managed gurgles. The metallic taste of blood rested in the back of my mouth.

How the hell do I get out of this.

"My you look even more wonderful in person," he tilted his head. "I've heard a lot about you, the girl who doesn't even remember her name." I still couldn't move as he took a step towards me. I felt his cold fingers trail down the side of my face and rest under my chin. "Like a porcelain doll, pretty but empty..."

Hot tears rolled down my cheeks violently as I tried to move my legs. My body felt cold. I saw my foot twitch slightly through blurred eyes but I couldn't do much else. I refuse to die here. I tried moving my arms but found my left one limp. The muscles in my chest, which were now missing, prevented me from doing anything with it. I felt weak.

I felt his hands snake around my body and I slowly gained control of my limbs. As soon as I could move I felt my body be wrapped and restrained. He was standing behind me and I tried to turn my head to see him. Instead I jumped as his arms slid between mine and my body and hung around my torso. They clung onto my body near my chest as I felt his head be placed on my shoulder. His breath was warm as he spoke into my ear. "We're going to have a lot of fun." My arms were pulled behind me and I was jerked backwards as we exited the room

My back against the wall and my hands over my chest I violently coughed. How can I force myself to move, how long do I have. My head became light but I forced myself to stay awake. I turned my head to the street. A large dumpster blocked my view of the exit to the ally and concealed my body. I heard heavy footsteps. Someone was running.

Panic flooded every part of me as I was dragged down the stairs. Still no sigh of Puck. He kicked open a door on the ground floor after entering the living room and I was faced with a steep stairway made from concrete. I leaned back to avoid falling but was shoved forwards. My body tumbled over itself as I crashed down onto the floor beneath. I hollered out in pain. Large scrapes tore through my clothes and skin, heavy bruises started forming. I pulled myself to my knees, my hands still tied behind me, my breath shook as I heard him follow me down.

The tears blurring my face prevented me from even guessing who rushed into the ally. They jerked towards me and knelt down with a huff. "Jesus Christ. Fucking Pestilence..." I couldn't hear there voice. My ears were ringing to loudly. I tried to speak again but it didn't work. I didn't think it would. My body was becoming more unresponsive by the second. I felt hot hands all over me.

I tried to crawl away from him but I knew it was fruitless. I did nothing more then amuse his sick mind. "W-what do you want!" I cried out as the pain started to cause tears to form.

"Well you see, I have this hobby." He grabbed the ropes restraining my wrists and dragged me across to the center of the room. "I like to see just how strong things are. I like to break things." The ropes were replaced by shackles. The cold metal clanked against my wrists. It hurt. All of my joints were shackled and held me in an uncomfortable kneeling position. He knelt down in front of me. I couldn't find anything to say. I tried to look away but my head was grabbed. His hands are like ice...