The Broken Siren Call

Chapter Twelve - A date, but not with destiny

I awake to see a man sitting before me, looking down, making an irritated face.

"Wh-Where am I?" I rasp out, my voice nearly gone, and my throat burns in pain. He doesn't even stir. As my eyes focus more, i narrow my gaze, to see he has earbuds in, and as i tilt my head up, i can see he's playing a game on his phone.

"P-Please! Where am I?" i wheeze, loud, and he looks up at me.

"Ah... You're awake." He states nonchalantly, and i nod a little.

"Yes.. Now please.. Where am I?" I ask him softly, my throat stinging with each breath.

"You're in our cell. And you won't be released until the boss says you can leave." He announces, and walks out, slamming the door shut behind himself. I sigh and study the room around me... There's a mirror, sink, curtain that hides a toilet, and a small mattress on the floor has a sad, seen-better-days, pink krotchet blanket on top. I look in the mirror, and gasp a little when i see them... Finger-shaped bruises encircling my throat...

"Well, tsk, looks like the little Mistress got herself into a little dilemna." A woman's voice says, walking in, and she walks over to me, dressed in all gold buisness attire. Her heels click on my stone floor, and I stand tall. My wings panic, bound by rope on my back, my hands and arms restrained as well from it.

"Please... I don't want to hurt anybody." I tell her, my voice stronger than i feel, and she gives me a small pout.

"That's a shame little one..." She trails off, backing me into a wall, and then suddenly, she reaches out and pins me to the wall. I begin to thrash as much as i can and she stuffs a balled-up t-shirt into my mouth, gagging me. I begin to scream, and she takes off a leather whip from around her waist, and gold flecks sparkle on it. She leans in really close, and she smells of bitter roses. "Because I..? Really want to hurt you." She whispers... And her whip snaps, crashing into my arm, and it immediately draws blood. I breathe in deeply from my nose, trying not to scream more, and she does it again... and again... and again... and keeps at it... Until i have at least ten slashes on each arm. I try to scream for help, but she just smiles.

"Oh hush darling... We wouldn't want you singing and getting me to go now, would we?" She teases softly, and she raises my shirt to just under my bra. I scream again, muffled greatly still, and she grins, her brown eyes wild. "Wait, hold on." She whispers, her eyes grazing my scarred waist, and she grins at me. "You've hurt yourself in the past?" She asks softly and i whimperingly nod. "Ah... How delicious!" She cheers, and its only a flick of a wrist later, that my knees buckle and i fall. My stomach now bleeds and her entire demeanor goes alight. "How dare you flinch from me! I'm ridding the world of evil like you!" She screeches at me, and she hits me four more times.... Before leaving me to bleed out on the floor.