My body feels cold.... shivers rack my body. I'm surrounded by darkness, an echoing silence fills the air. I hear nothing apart from my heart beat and breath. A slight ache occupied the right side of my skull, dull if anything but painful enough to be a reminder. I'm not in a state of confusion, I know where I am, I've known since I woke up. I'm in my prison, Nixon's prison.
I can't see anything, all I know is I'm cold, hungry and about to experience the true meaning of hell. My limbs are heavy, my eyelids refusing to open, not wanting to see the darkness. So I lay silently on the cold floor, mind numb. I do not cry, do not scream, I just wait... wait patiently until the monster decides to show himself.... I wait until I fall into oblivion again, away from the darkness, away from my keeper.
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Nixon's P.O.V
I watch through the night vision camera set up in her cell, a smile graces my face. I think back to the feeling of her unconscious body, hanging limply in my arms and now she lays there un-moving, the slight rise and fall of her beautiful chest, gives me the only sign of life. Do I regret hitting her, yes I never wanted to hurt my baby, but she must learn and the only way to learn is through punishment, so I'll punish her until she learns her place. Tough love.
I lean back in my chair, sipping my coffee as I watch my love sleeping. Many thoughts run through my head about my next move. "What to do?" I hum in my quiet office, letting out a sigh, I lean my head back closing me eyes as I imagine Annora's screams, her pleas as I show her who she belongs to. Letting out a chuckle, I open my eyes, watching and waiting until she rises from her dream land.
"No one can save you now, sweet kitten."
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Annora's P.O.V
I let out a low groan as I slowly come back to reality, the slight dull in my head worsens, my body sluggish from lack of food and water. The room around me still dark as ever, slowly I gather myself and push myself up into a sitting position, hand on my head. I squeeze my eyes shut and open them again. I put my hands our in front of me trying to feel for anything. slowly my hands make contact with the floor, It's rough and cold. Getting onto my knees, I let me hands guide me, they slide over the uneven surface and it seems to never end. My breathing is uneven and ragged breaths are the only audible thing in the room. Suddenly my hands connect with another object, they raise from the floor and travel across the now smooth surface, higher and higher. Ever so slowly I get up from my knees, until I am standing, my hands still traveling the wall. The cold smooth surface feels heavenly against my heated skin. I lean against it, my legs wobbly but still I continue my search. Hands gliding all across the wall and feet shuffling across the ground.
My hands make contact with nothing apart from the cold smooth material of the wall, "Fuck" I curse and give up, sliding down the wall, I land in a heap on the floor. I lean my back against the wall and curl my legs to my chest, this is when the tears start to flow. My sobs so powerful they hurt my chest, I run my hands through my greasy hair, my hot tears the only warmth in the room. I don't know how long I've been in this room, or if I'm ever getting out.
I hear a faint clink in the room before light fills it, I have to squint my eyes against the brightness, slowly I open them and take in the room. Grey concrete, everywhere. Stains on the floor and walls, cameras located in all corners, steel metal chairs occasionally litter the room. I swallow down the lump in my throat, chains hang from the ceiling and walls. This was no doubt a cell and torture chamber and those stains on the wall are properly some poor souls brains and blood. Bile rises in my through but I swallow it down, I look down at my hands and they are covered in dirt, my body still in the clothes I was wearing when I ventured into the forest, when Nixon knocked me out. The fabric stiff on my skin, meaning I have been here for a while but how long? " Hello" I call out weakly, my voice echos in the room. I notice a steel door to my right, slowly I get up and make my way to it, my feet drag on the ground, my tummy rumbles as I move. I know better than to try the door, knowing it will be locked but I still tug on it anyway . Locked.
I shake my head, bringing a hand up I bang on the door, once, twice, thrice, no answer. "Hello" I call louder than last time " Please" I plead " I need to use the bathroom" I made my voice to sound desperate and frankly I was desperate, my bladder was killing me and If I had to wait any longer I would piss myself, without a care in the world because I was so busting. I wait for a minute, no answer, cursing I kick the door with all my might. A loud bang echos, a slight dent now is en-caved in the door. My hands grip my hair in frustration and I scream with all my might, it pierces the air, I know Nixon can hear me, hell he is probably watching me right now.
A scraping sound captures me attention, I watch as a bowl slides across the floor from the other wall, I walk over to it and see a small note inside, bending down I pick it up and read it aloud. "For you to relieve yourself with. -N". My eyebrows furrow, heat rises to my face from embarrassment and anger. I look to the nearest camera and march up to it, knowing he is watching. "You bastard! Your taking away my human rights, all for what....a few bits of glass? This is ridiculous, come down here and face me like a man" I scream, my hands clench into fists as I stare into the camera the only answer I'm given is the flashing of the red light, showing its recording.
And so for the next few minutes or hours I stare into the camera, watching as the red light flashes, mocking me. Nixon is watching me, smiling, laughing maybe but defiantly watching, like the creep he is, always watching. I am in isolation and for god knows how long.
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