Serina Accardi had everything, and wanted for nothing. Her brother gave her whatever she desired, but kept the parts of her destined world out of her reach.
Until she lost everything in one night to a man who's eyes looks like the devils wrath.
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I had passed out again—unsurprisingly getting tortured round the clock does that to a person. I wasn't quite sure at which part I blacked out but I think it was while Kye was muttering on about his big evil plan and yada yada yada.
I tried to move, to stretch out my muscles that were tight from being kept so still. My stomachs growled, hunger making my stomach ache. When I was able to lift my arm up more than I had before I shoot my eyes open.
I wasn't tied to the chair anymore, I was on the floor again the concrete, hand chained to a metal support beam. My legs were folded under me, and I was collapsed in a heap, like they picked me up and dropped me here.
"Fuck." I groaned as I tried pushing myself up, using the wall as support to sit up onto my ass. I had no clue why they moved me, but I was grateful to have circulation back in my limbs.
"Fuck you for touching me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice echoing off the four corners of this room.
"Hey! I need some food. I need water!" I yelled again when I got no answer. However calling out to the people who'd done nothing but cut me was probably not a good idea, but I was starting to feel weak and jittery. My head felt light and my mouth was dry and lips chapped.
"You are a fucking menace."A voice yelled through the darkness just as the lights of the room came flickering on.
The room looked exactly like I expected it too, grey walls stained with blood, and the cement had cracks and holes in it. Rat shit littered everywhere I could see and Puddles of water sat festering in hair and faeces.
I gaged. The smell of the room not giving the reality of it justice, I hadn't had the opportunity to look around much of rhe other times they'd entered and turned the light on, not after the first few hits. Cuts. I find I can't look at anything other than the wall then they start cutting me, finding a whole abstract world in the discoloured rock.
I wonder how long I've been here, how long I'd be here until they killed me or Lorenzo found me. If he'd even come. Maybe I'd go crazy and lose my sanity, maybe if I act fucking crazy they will let me go.
"I know." I answered loud enough for whoever was listening to hear as I fought to keep my head up so I could glance around the room.
But that's when freezing cold water spray down on me causing me to jerk forward as a man sprayed me with a hose. .
It felt like Needles on my skin, and it made my cuts burn as it washed away the dirt that covered them. The freezing water making my skin pebble with goosebumps and my teeth chatter in my mouth, vibrating my brain.
I put my hands up in defence as it showered down on me—soaking my skin and hair. "Stop it bitch." I growled but not surprisingly it didn't stop until I was drenched. Until the caked on dirt was gone, and the blood, my blood, was gone.
