I woke to the sound of wind blowing against the one high window, the breeze that drafted in send shivers down my spine. I was still naked and afraid. My hands shook at the though of the man coming back in to 'Punish' me. Then I recalled there having to be a test. I didn't know what that mean't. This might be the end of the road for me.
"A word of advice, don't fight. It only makes it worse." I heard a voice whisper.
I heard the door open and my heart dropped from my body, the clattering of his heavy boots on the concrete ground made me shiver. I felt him approach my group, I just sat there paralyzed . I could practically feel his breath on my neck as he breathed short breaths of bitter air.
"Time to go bitch."
He violently ripped the rope from my body and grabbed my hand as he dragged me from the others. No matter how hard I fought, I was just gripped onto tighter as I was pulled down a series of strange hallways and rooms.
I was greeted with a rather unsettling room, there was blood everywhere and the variety of saws and tools made me think it was some kind of operating room. My eyes widen as the blood is now visible in my eyes, the sudden change n lighting made the lights even more blinding.
He restrained me to a table where he tightened some leather straps to my torso and legs, I was trapped in my own body with no one to help me. He shoved a gag into my bloody mouth and forced me to bite down, I was scared that I might die, but I was more scared to live. I couldn't bare living a whole year with this kid. I barely even was able to take living one night. I guess I needed to toughen up if I wanted to live, try not to make friends; one of us could be dead any minute.
I heard the man giggle at my silent thoughts, I shuddered at his reaction to my pacified reaction to his violence. I heard a couple clanging of tools behind me but I didn't dare to try and look back. When he made himself visible to me, I just looked into his cold eyes, mine turned to stone as if he had put me in a trance. I couldn't say I was at peace, but I tried my best to fool this fucking psychopath.
"You have been such a good girl today."
I felt his cold fingers brush through my knotted hair as it got stuck in a couple of tangles. I needed to brush out these dreads as soon as I got my hands on a hairbrush; I doubt that I would be finding one any time soon.
I suddenly felt a scream of pain in my wrist, it stung like a bee sting but hurt like a bruise. I had wondered what he was doing to me, I tried my best to fight my tears and curiosity. The pain wavered through my arm and caused it to pulsate.
I felt something cold dig through the wound, I assumed that maybe it was his hand. I was now on the verge of tears and it seemed that was exactly what he wanted, but still I fought it. I bit down on the gag to hopefully distract myself from the pain, I could see him looking at me as he felt around in every corner of my wound.
He held up his bloodied fingers and wiped some of the blood on my face, I trembled when he got closer to me, my blood went cold. I looked around the room, trying to distract myself from the pain. What the fuck was his plan here?
I then heard him dig around through his tools and held up a strange device, it kind of looked like a pen but I doubted that was what it was for. He heated the strange device to a dull red glow and before he pressed it onto my skin, I could see a smirk from under his mask.
I screamed but the gag prevented me from letting any noise come out, the agonising pain was too much to handle and I felt the world go blurry. I knew that I had to fight to stay awake, then maybe I would get given a break.
I fought so hard to keep my eyelids from drooping too low but every time he pressed the hot tool against my skin, I felt myself slip in and out of consciousness. Once he was finished 'cauterizing ' my wound, I was now feeling more light headed than ever. Everything felt fuzzy.
