Imagine [L.H]

7

LACEY'S POV:

His voice.

It was so gorgeous.

And the words he spoke, so wise.

I've never heard anything like it.

The way he sang and played his guitar was so full of passion and emotion.

His nose scrunched slightly when he spoke some words, and when he'd mess up he would cringe just the slightest bit.

But he continued playing, despite the fact that he knew he messed up.

As I walked through the colorful forest of reds, browns, and greens, I was getting more and more nervous.

I knew they were going to leave me which I was scared of.

I was scared of being alone and I didn't know why.

I never had anyone; why was I scared now?

The fact that I was going to be outside the walls for the rest of my life scared me, it made me panic.

It wasn't the thought of being by myself that scared me; it was the fact that my mind would soon pick up emotions I don't want to feel.

But life comes with emotions, heartbreak, tears, and sadness; I have just never felt any of those emotions before. That petrified me.

I made my way past trees, up small hills, and through the lifeless forest until I came up to the dirt road we were supposed to meet up at.

Surprisingly, they were there, they waited for me.

But how long would it take for me to be abandoned for real?

"Thirty-four, you're five minutes late," a blonde leader told me.

"I found everything I needed to get," I whispered, hoping I wouldn't get in trouble.

"Good," he muttered, snatching the bag away from my hands.

The blonde observed what was inside and scoffed.

"Pathetic, you barely found anything!" He spat.

Shocked by his actions, I flinched back.

"At least I found something," I said under my breath.

He hadn't found anything, at least that's what his open, empty duffel bag told me.

"What was that?"

Was I to defend myself or stay silent?

"At least I found something," I repeated, glaring at him as he looked down at me with piercing blue eyes.

"You'll be punished for this," he whispered, hot breath hitting my face.

"Line up!" He ordered, motioning for us to get in order.

I stood behind him; behind the man that was going to get me punished.

Throughout the trip back inside the walls he would stop and make me crash into him multiple times.

He really wanted me to get hurt.

We weren't allowed to talk back or touch the people of the government; if we did, we'd get punished.

He was in the government.

I was basically going to get hurt because of his own actions.

I sighed once we were at the front of the familiar, white sliding doors.

"Thirty-four, come with me."

I gulped, but reluctantly followed him.

We walked to the side of the walls, a small building on the side stood there; taunting me.

No one even knew this room existed; only those who were tortured in it did, sadly, I was one of those people.

My eyes watered slightly as I saw the familiar metal doors before me; telling me I made a big mistake.

We walked inside, the clicking of my shoes the only thing audible.

It was empty except for a small wooden table at the corner of the room, that held the whip and rope, and a metal pole in the center of the room.

The floor was bloodstained and the thought of someone besides me in here made me cringe.

Rules were written on the wall in red paint.

Rules:

1) Tortured must rid of any clothes except undergarments before tortured

2) Tortured mustn't make noise whilst torturing occurs

3) Tortured must never speak of this happening or this room

I took off the tight, leather bodysuit that I wore, leaving me in only my undergarments.

I felt so exposed.

I heard the locking of a door behind me as I set my clothes down on the floor, folding them before doing so.

I sat down besides the pole, bringing my legs up to my chest, attempting to cover myself up as much as possible.

"Turn around," I heard a deep voice say.

I did as told and he tied my hands to the pole, me on my knees, back straightened and ready to take this.

He took a couple steps back, and I let out a shaky breath.

Was this going to hurt worse than last ti-

I heard a snap and my back suddenly felt a tingly stinging sensation.

I leaned my forehead against the cold, metal pole and bit down on my lip.

About ten or fifteen whip lashes later he stopped.

Tears were streaming down my face from pain, but I didn't make a sound.

My back felt numb, and blood trickled down to the floor as I stood still, taking in the pain of being punished.

"Until next time," he said and left the room, closing the metal doors as he did.

I couldn't move; I felt that if I did, the pain would be unbearable.

I heard the unlocking of the door but didn't bother to turn my head.

"T-this is so morbid," I heard a soft, familiar voice whisper.

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CLIFFHANGER HEYYY!
So, wow.
This was actually like really morbid idk how I feel about this.
Anyways, thanks so so much for reading!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
And happy (late) Halloween if you celebrate it!
Who do you think the person at the end was?
Excuse any mistakes I made!
I love you all so so much!
~xoxo~
Linda