Where She Went

23. Electrifying Pain

ITS FINALLY NOVEMBER! (As in the month) YAYYYY! Here's a special for November as I promised (as in him) haha (: enjoy!

Omg also, sorry if this is a sucky chapter but Wattpad wanted to be a boob and not SAVE everything I wrote! I had to rewrite everything. ):
Xoxo Auna

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November

I breathe in the musky scent of my room and feel my hands turn to fists on the top of my head. I hated this room, I hated the way it made me feel and how it smelled and yet I couldn't ask for anything else because I could be killed instantly.

Although I would never get to understand what it looked like, just by my other senses I could tell this room was used for many other things than just a decent nights sleep. Rotted blood, the smell of fresh metal and cobblestone... This room had to be one of Harrison's torture rooms.
And I was living right in the middle of it.

Trying to find a more suitable position, I move my legs out from underneath me and stretch them out, instantly feeling better. Every joint seemed to ache, especially in my arms because I was attached to clanking, loud chains that linked to my wrists uncomfortably. I don't know what fed Harrison to torture me almost everyday since I had moved into this room.

I've been keeping it from Hazel-- what when on in here, so she wouldn't have to worry about anything else right now. I can't have her break down, because I would just crash down even harder if she were to fall. All the proof of Harrison's torture lined everything under the cloth of my shirt. My back was inflamed and swollen with whip marks that splattered across my skin like paint on white paper. There were also semi-deep cuts from knives of Harrison's personal collection.
I hated him. I hated the way he treated me and I didn't understand why he would treat me like this.

Did he feel any emotions as my father? Did he not see any blood between us, or did he just think I was an animal for his torturous desires?

Taking a long breath I carefully stored my emotions away and rested my head on the wall behind me. I hadn't had a thing to eat since yesterday morning, when I had to act like everything was okay to Hazel. My stomach growled painfully in response to my thoughts and I groaned.

I hadn't realized someone was in the room until their footsteps made the ground rumble and my hands to shake. But there wasn't just a thrum of two feet I noticed, there were four.

"Doesn't he look so weak just sitting there, helpless like a blind little bat?" Harrison's voice rumbled in front of me, and I shrunk as far as I could to the floor without hurting my wrists.

"I-I think you should let him--" My mother's comment was cut off sharply as I imagined Harrison giving her a dark glare.

"I didn't tell you anything about speaking, love." Harrison bit out through clenched teeth. I sat up a little as I heard Savell sigh through her nose.

"Why did you bring me here?" She asks quietly, almost if she didn't want me to hear. To bad that was one of my best senses.

"You," Harrison says, and I hear him give her a tight squeeze on the shoulder. "Are going to be my personal assistant in today's torture."

My heart dropped in my chest and I heard my mother gasp. "No, I'm not helping you with your sick games."

"That is not your decision to make, Sav." He used my mother's nickname as he starting rummaging with something farther off.

Coming back, Harrison takes a pocket knife and rips my shirt in half. He shoves off the cloth that still draped around me and dropped it somewhere close by. I shiver and grip the chains above me as something cold and sticky is placed on my arms, chest and neck. Wires scraped against my skin every few seconds and I didn't understand what he had placed on me.