Infinate

Awakening

I woke up to the pitchblackness of the room. I tried to rub my eyes, but my hands were bound behind me. I rubbed my ankles together. They were also bound together. I sighed and tried to stand, but failed miserably, falling flat on my butt. I cringed from the shock of the cold concrete. I leant back against the nearest wall I could find. The coolness was such a good feeling, until I started getting a migrane. I sat there, silently praying that someone good would come and save me. I didn't care who, just someone. I closed my eyes, and drifted off into a light sleep.

I woke up to a bright light shining down on my face. I tried not to show that I was awake, but they caught me.

"Get up." a deep and harsh voice ordered.

Stupid idiots. I thought to myself.

"No." I said after a few seconds, my eyes adjusting to the light. There were four burly men in the room, all unvisibly armed except for one.

"Get up." the man closest to the door stated. I wouldn't be getting up any time soon.

"No." I closed my eyes again, praying that it was just a dream.

"You want to do this the hard way?" he questioned, a grin on his face. I just looked him straight in the eye, doing the best pokerface I could, while silently praying inside.

"Fine." he nodded towards the man on my right, who was the closest to me. "You can have it that way. The man on my right took out a belt.

"So your the old fashioned type?" I smirked at him. His jaw clenched and his hands balled into fists.

So he didn't like being called old fashioned, I thought. A sinister smile played on his lips.

"Fine." He approached me quickly, his steps silent. My body stiffened as he slung the belt over his shoulder, the belt barely missing my face as it went up. "You asked for it." he said with a slight eastern european accent. I kept my eyes trained on his face, daring him to whip me. Unfortunatley, he did. Within seconds, I felt my right shoulder burn with pain. Only a muffled groan escaped my lips. My eyes were still trained on his face, slightly strained from the reflection of the light on his sunglasses. I tried not to move an inch. There was no way on Earth that I would be working for these guys.

"Still not going?" the man asked, menance in his voice.

"Nope." I said stubbornly, my face placid and unreadable. I could see the man who told me to get up smile. Another painful sensation soared through my upperbody.

Damn it hurts. I tried to keep my expression blank, trying to hide my pain. The man who whipped me saw through it. A smile came across his face.

"We'll get you used to that." the smile was wiped off of his face instantly, suddenly turning cold again.

"Do you want food or not." he asked forcefully. I considered his offer for a minute, but decided against it.

"No." Another painful sensation hit me again, a moan escaping my lips.

"Never show your weakness, Diana." the man said with disgust in his voice. A crack in the air, a painful feeling in my body. Thats how it went for another ten mintues. My eyes were squeezed shut and my lips were in a straight line. I slumped back against the wall after a few minutes of the constant whipping. I had memorized the sound of the crack by the time he finished whipping me. My arms, legs, stomach, neck, everything burned. Each time my body got number and number, and soon enough I was loosing conciousness. The last thing I remembered was something hard hitting my head, and blackness taking over my world.

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Waking up to an extremely buff, good looking guy with a gun pointed at my head isnt the best way to wake up. I pushed myself up against the wall, trying to get away. The man just smiled.