Lockdown

Chapter 9- Alive. . . For Now

*CONTENT MAY BE SCARRING TO SOME READERS*

Hannah's P.O.V

Cold. Pain. Frozen.

That was the only thing running through my mind. I slowly open my left eye to find the darkness that has surrounded me for the three weeks I have been here. Chained to the wall by my wrists with no chance of escape has made all of my fight drain out of me.

Every day it's the same thing, I wake up to the sound of footsteps clomping down the stairs, soon followed by a voice saying, "Wake up we have a day of fun ahead of us!"

The footsteps come nearer and although I try to move, my body is to weak to follow the simplest command. By the time my captor arrives I am on the brink of hyperventilating from fear. This always seems to amuse the man and he laughs for a bit before 'getting down to business' as he puts it.

His version of business is torturing me in every way he knows how to. There has been the things you would expect to happen like the constant beatings, where he punches and kicks among other things just to make me bleed and bruised. Followed by lack of oxygen where he chokes me until I start to see black spots before he finally lets go.

Everyday he starves me and dehydrates me, only giving me food and water when I absolutely need it because he says then he can torture me for longer. Next comes the point where he gets a big bucket of water and shoves my head in it until I almost drown from lack of air before letting me have ten seconds to breathe and repeating the process over and over again. Sometimes after this I pass out which gets him annoyed, causing him to start over with the beatings.

All of that happens on good days, but there are times where he decides to get a little 'creative'. There was one time he did Chinese Water Torture for a whole 24 hours where a a drop of water continuously dropped into my head with no way to wipe it off or stop it, causing me to go a little insane. Another time there was when he whipped the arches of my feet repeatedly, drawing blood and causing a lot of pain. On a particular bad day he was super pissed so he did something he called denailing. It's a process where he takes a pair of pliers, puts it on the edge of the nail, and with brute force, rips the nail completely off. He did that with four of my toes and one pinky before he decided he wanted some alcohol so he left and never came back. Until the next day that is when he had such a bad hangover he decided to go 'easy' on me and left me alone with a device. At first I was confused until the device played such a high pitched noise my ears hurt so bad, yet I couldn't cover them since my writs were chained to the wall. Before the noises stopped my ears started to bleed and I passed out from the noise.

Some days he says he tortures me to get information from me about my 'dad' and his weaknesses, but others he says it's just because he was bored and wanted some fun. My life was literally a living hell and nothing and no one could save me.
Don't get me wrong, at first I had hope that somebody was looking for me, whether it be Kaleb, or Colby, or the Sheriff, or my parents, or anyone. That was until he brought a tv to my hellhole and made me watch the news everyday to show me that nobody even cared enough about me to send everyone on the lookout. That's how I knew I have been here for three weeks.

At this point all I want to do is die. I don't care how it happens but it needs to happen soon because I can't stand another day of this. I'm not ashamed to admit that if the devil came to me with the opportunity for death I would run into his arms with joy, anything is better than this.

"Oh Haaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" I hear from across the room. "It's your lucky day!"

Not responding since I don't even think I can since I probably messed up my vocal chords from constant screaming, begging, and pleading, I instead look down at the floor without really seeing it, dreading anything and everything that is about to happen.