Spider's Net

Torture from Spider

Picture is Kidnapper

A slight flicker from the ceiling caught my eye, causing me to look up. Spiders. Everywhere. All I could see were spiders. They were all of the walls and ceiling. There are too many of them to count. I thought it was my imagination, so I closed and rubbed my eyes. When I opened them again, I saw someone’s eyes, pure black eyes. I screamed loudly and consequently smashed my head against the wall. I heard him start chuckling and get on his feet. I hadn’t noticed he was upside down. I don’t know how he was like that but he was. Like my hair, his hair was black. His skin, on the other hand, is pale white, or maybe it was pale compared to his hair and eyes. Just looking at him somehow scared me, but I gathered my courage to ask, “What do you want with me, and while I here?”

I heard him quietly snicker before answering, “I brought you here. You, like me, enjoy spiders. I’ve been watching you for long time. That is why I know. But just because you like spiders, that doesn’t mean that I intend to treat you nicely. I hope you understand this. I’m nice to no one and nothing except spiders.”

I regained my composure, after staring at him in shock for a minute, “You want me here because you like spiders. Then you tell me you’re going to hurt me. I can tell you have no intentions of letting me leave,” I pushed my hair off the right side of my face, slightly revealing the scar on my left eye, then continued, “you’re not going to let me leave, so can you at least tell me or name? I’m sure you know mine, after all, you are a stalker, that has been following me around.” I heard him laugh again, but when I looked up at him, he was gone.

It was a week before I saw him again. I was about to yell at him, but he hit me hard across the face. He took the shackle off my ankle and dragged me out of the room. He pulled me into a new room and push me onto a bed. I was lying on my stomach, but I felt to get on top me. I yelled when he grabbed my hair and pulled back after about a minute he started cutting my hair.

I tried to fight him, but he yelled at me, “Stop fighting me. I like short hair. So stop now, or I will put a scar on your back. Don’t worry, I won’t rape you. I would never do that to a virgin. So stop your fighting, I’m almost finished.” I don’t know how he knows I’m a virgin, but I don’t care. I continued to fight against him even after I heard him start to growl.

He slammed his hand against the dresser before getting off me. I was about to get up when he put his hand on the back of my neck, holding me down, “I told you not to fight.” I looked at the dresser and saw a bowl of black liquid and a paint brush. He grabbed the paint brush and started painting the black liquid on my back. I really want to know what he put on my back.

I saw him reach back to the dresser and grab a match, and light it. Now I know what the liquid was, it was oil. I started to fight again but it was to late. He lit the oil on my back. I started screaming, crying, and even begging. Hoping he would put it out. I did this for about five minuets before he put it out for me.

I was still crying, it hurt so bad to do anything else. He grabbed my hair and made me face him. He kissed me quickly but right after, I passed out. I wish I was with Crow or Kayor, someone I know. I woke up about three hours later, still a little dizzy.

A few weeks have passed since he burned me. I lost count of the days. My back hurts everyday so I try not to move. All I feel like doing is to leave this horrible place. The only thing I like is the spiders, because they are the only things keeping me company. I do get to spend some time with my kidnapper, I still don’t know his name. The little time I do spend with him, is normally when he is torturing me. Other than that, I see him for the few seconds it takes him to bring me food or water. I truly hate being here, being hurt every other day.

I herd the click, so I looked over at it until it opened. He walked in and over to me. I looked up at him but was too tired to do anything. He unchained me, pulling me to my feet, and pulled me out of the room. I was brought to a room I have never seen before. I didn’t get to look around much before I was pushed onto the bed. I felt his hand on the center of my back pushing against my sore burn. I felt tears form in my eyes but I will not let them fall. I can’t show him that I’m in pain. I can’t show him weakness, not again.