Selena

29 | Torture

SELENA MONTGOMERY

How dare he leave me here. I won't forget this mistake he made easily. I need to get out of these restraints.

That doctor left me here with my wrists, ankles, and lower torso strapped down. This only allows me to move my head, shoulders, and knees.

There is a needle in my arm if only my mouth could reach it.

I stretch to reach it or anything, but nothing. That is when I realize... I have to lose something, to gain something. All I need to do is break my thumb or at least dislocate it for now.

I just need.. to pull.. really.. hard.

I release a breath as I heard my thumb crack and feel my hand breaking free. The pain is only slight in comparison to my satisfaction. I look around the room just to be sure there are no cameras. I see nothing.

How foolish.

I chuckle to myself and set the rest of my body free from my restraints. I make sure to turn off the monitor before pulling out the needle, we don't want what happened last time.

I see a pen and tear and strip of fabric from the sheet that was below me. I put the bone back into its place and then used the pen to keep it in place and wrapped the fabric around it.

I don't see any tape around except for the strip holding the needle in my arm so I decide to just tie the end of the fabric into a knot.

This pen will have to do till I can find a better replacement.

ADELRAM ROMANO

I wait for Rossi at the steps of my basement. Rolling up my sleeves, I see Rossi skipping my way. He is holding a worn leather duffel bag.

"Adam!" He waves at me. "I can't wait to use my animal knives," Rossi squeals in excitement. "Lets just get going," I say in hopes of getting him to shut up. But it does not work. "There is a flamingo, caterpillar, rhino, shark, butterfly, scorpion, and my personal favorite." He shuffles through his bag and then pulls out the stupidest thing I have ever seen. "A unicorn."

I roll my eyes, "That isn't even a real animal." Oh, shît. I shouldn't have said that, now Rossi will go off on a frenzy. He starts a rant and about five sentences in I'm already annoyed.

"Just calm down, we have business."

I know he is rolling his eyes, while getting serious.

Is this American scum I'm about to see one of the 'others' that hurt her?

I will find out the truth one way or another. Reaching the end of the steps I make a left. The right is to the gym. The left is to our, technically my torture chambers.

Two of my men meet my immediately. They led me to the end of the hallway. I glanced in rooms as I walked by seeing only scum that deserved to be in there. We reached the end of the hall, I got the key out of my pocket for the door and opened heavy door.

The room was sound proof, but I could easily open one panel that would allow for the whole house to hear this American's screams.

He hurt her. And I intend to find out how and why.

I know this the moment I open the door to see his shirtless body, hands tied in the air, knees on the ground. He lifts his head up and looks me in the eyes.

That is when I see it. For barely a millisecond. He is a psychopath. Not a killer, but a monster.

The sweaty hair frames his face and his eyes bear into mine. As he watches me take off my jacket, hang it onto a hook, and roll up my sleeves, the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.