Events

Chapter Ten: The sick games begin

When my vision slowly deteriorated I expected to be found unconscious, to wake up somewhere and not know how I had gotten there. The only problem was I wasn't knocked out. As soon as I hit the cold Forrest ground I lost all feeling of my limbs. My feeble screams became silent, and the impossible dawned on me. My mind had been detached from my limbs. I was a prisoner in my own body, as a result of the foul drug I had reluctntly inhaled at the rough hands of a mad man. A near by laugh jolted jmy only coherent seance, my hearing.

"Sorry love, it had to be done."

A warm hand caressed my cheek. shivers of pure disgust rolled unpleasantly down my spine as terror and fear begin to devolp at the realization of being unable to defend myself from the actions of my sick Captor. "You are quite pretty dear, you are gifted with such an innocent looking face..... Shame to ruin it." My heart jolted at the forming of his evil words. Crap, did he just say ruin my fac....suddenly a searing hot pain sliced at my cheek confirming my suspions.

A slow agonizing line from my mid left cheek to my eye brow was burning. Instantly I knew he had cut me, the sick bastard. I knew Screaming in agony for him to stop wasn't going to help due to the sedative he forced me to inhale. It would only make my protests as audible as a quiet feeble moan. And plus it would only satisfy him by telling him I was crumbling under his unorthodox nature.

Mentally sighing in frustration my mind threatened for me to give in. There's nothing I could do. Frozen in my own body wasn't exactly helping in my ex cape plans either. How long would the drugs last? Is dean.....

A pair of rough arms grasping my ankles cut off my thoughts abruptly. I was being lifted, dragged more like it. The earth underneath me began to move, rocks and gravel painfully grazing the skin of my back as my thin Cotten shirt began to rise due to the friction.

Again I found my self helpless lost in a sea of my own thoughts. Occasional rocks and branches painfully dug into my skin as I was dragged over them roughly. This definitely wasn't going to help the healing of my shoulder wound, I'd be back to square one and the risk of infection would with no doubt be evident. Suddenly the dragging stopped.

"Oh how am I suppose to drag you over this without... Huh, never mind, not my head I'm worrying about." He laughs coldly. "You're making me all soft girl. Night night."

What was he talking about? My head? Nigh.... Argh! My body was roughly yanked over something hard sending my head forward. As my head was thrown back roughly it came in contact with the unknown object. A loud crack echoed around us, A flash of deep thriving pain exploded through my skull. Pulling me into an familiar world of darkness.

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Drip drip drip drip

Agrh what the hell is that infernal sound. The back of my head pounded painfully accompanying a high pitched ring which lingered thought my skull. Man I must of hit my head hard. The memory's hastley came running back pulling me back into the horrifying life threatening position I was currently in. Inhaling deeply I threw my hands up to my face and let out a heart wracking sob.

I couldn't do this. Tears flowed freely from my eyes as suddenly a thought dawned on me. I could move again. Opening my eyes I sat up quickly, wiping the fresh tears away in one rough motion on the back of my hand. I was in a room. The ceiling was unusually high, the walls a dull dirty grey color almost back making me feel trapped and costrophibic. The room was small just barley bigger than a cheep one roomed apartment. Grubby Wooden floors with the occasional floor board buckled out of its original form.

The sedative had worn off thankfully leaving me able to defend myself in the littlest defenses. My face throbbed painfully where he had cut me. Raising a hand cautiously I lightly traced the wound. The blood had dried leaving a rough feeling line. My stomach churned. God I hope it doesn't scar badly. If I got out of this having to look in the mirror and to be reminded of everything dean and I had been through would be too much. As if on cue deans voice echoed around me.

"Isla...your awake" Whipping my head around my eyes lay apon a dark outline of a person chained to the dirty floor boards. Dean. With my eyes adjusting to the dull light I was starting to see him a little bit better. His hair was matted to his face with blood dark rings of fatigue hung underneath his light blue eyes. His shirt was now in rags barley clinging to his body exposing raw cuts and bruises he had sustained over the last few days. Rings of chafing from the heavy chains branded his pale skin at the wrists and ankles. "They won't budge , trust me I've tried." He whispered noting my longing stare at the red abrasions on his wrists. "Isla come here would you? It's torture being able to see you from a distance yet unable to touch you."

Obeying him I quickly shuffle over to his side and wrap my arms around him tenderly, minding the bruises and cuts."We have to keep strong Isla ok? No mater what he does or says to us. We can't crack under his pressure. Its what he wants, what he takes pleasure in." I briefly nodded against his shoulder. He was right. If I was going to die I was sure as hell not to make it enjoyable for him.

"He's a hunter. He wants to play games. Mess with his prey. His prey being us. If we get through his mind games we can find a way out of this, I promise you Isla. We just have to work together. Remember I love you ok? Just never forget that."

"I love you too."

"Now, when he comes in here you need to stay clam and do what he says."

I open my mouth to protest but he silences me with a glare.

"I mean it Isla. I don't know if you noticed but he's strong. And compared to you there's no way you could take him down. So if he walks in here and you disobey him and atack him, he won't hesitate to hurt you. With me chained to the floor I won't be able to help you......he could easily kill you and all I'd be able to do us watch. I can't have that happen. Promise me you will co operate?"

I knew what dean was saying, but could I really follow the mans orders? What would he tell me to do....no. I'd have to. I mean dean was right what if he did hurt me or worse hurt dean? I have no other option but to play along.

" I promise."

"Good because I don't think we're going to have much time before he turns up. Do one last thing for me?"

I look up and meet his tear stricken gaze. I Hadent even realized he'd been crying...

"Kiss me?"

Without hesitation I bent my lips to his. Wrapping my arms tightly around him our lips moved in synch with one another's. The taste of salty tears mingled with our undying live for one-another filled my senses. And we kissed like it could be our last.