Coup De Grâce

Round 3: Test Your Might

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17 Days Since Mystique Left

Mystique:
   Day 17 and Im considering just giving up. Hey, why not? Doesn't sound like a bad idea. I mean maybe a little bad, but hey? Who can really stop me? Nobody because no one hasnt come to help me yet. But, I guess that's my fault. I chose to follow Jordan right out of Kayden's room. I was hurt, still am honestly. Physically and mentally. Since the day I decided to be bold and escape my cell, Jordan has made sure that I didnt try to escape again. He forced me in this new cell away from everyone else, secluded in my own little area. He made sure I wasn't able to escape again by putting me through so much pain day by day. But he never sent the same person in here, always a new face. Each time a different way to make me suffer until I surrender. It's been 17 days since my attempt. I've seen 16 different faces.

   I added a line across on the floor to mark my days of being in here. I am currently locked up in this room with nothing but my thoughts, air, and cameras in all four corners. He's always watching. Just waiting for me to break and give in. Should I? Hm, Maybe I should just end my li-

My thoughts were interuppted by the sound of the door unlocking.

I know what that means....

   The next new face was about to walk in. All they've done was torture me for trying to escape. Each time when they were done they ask me the same question, "Do you want to quit now?". If I dont show pain, maybe Jordan will stop sending them in.

   Struggling, I slowly stood up from where I was sitting and leaned against the wall to hold myself upright. I was hurting all over from head to toe, drained. I wish I could get sleep but Jordan has been keeping me up by turning on this high-pitched deafining ringing that makes me want to cut my ears off every time I start to drift away.

   The door opened and a female walked in. She was tall. A red head, with black heeled boots to go with her blood red outfit. She was beautiful. Wait. This is perfect. If I stick to my plan and show no physical pain maybe I could get on her good side and Jordan would realize that im immune.

"Sit." she commanded.

Hm, very direct. Just like the others.

   I carefully sat down in the same usual chair. She stared me directly into my eyes. Her eyes were very cold and forest green. Her energy was very intimidating as if she had been throught hell and back and her emotionless face said it all. She got close to my face, staring bullets into my soul now, not even one blink. She may be a psychopath. Yes, Im dealing with a psychopath. None of the others have every approached me in this demeanor like her. She was different, and I was feeling highly uncomfortable and nervous for what she had in mind for me. Before I even noticed, she had put me in restraints. I tried to remain calm but I slowly became more and more anxious and worried.

*shiiiiing*

   My eyes widened and looked directly for the sound of a sharp blade. She still didn't break her stare, she was studying my reactions. The mysterious woman held the knife in her left hand and watched me slowly panic.

   She crouched down and gently placed her right hand on my leg and steadily moved it up.

   I quickly shut my eyes because I was highly uncomfortable at what was happening. Oh my goodness.
I want to move but at the same time..... I like it.

   She made her way to my inner thigh and my body tensed up. This is so wrong, I should not be feeling this way. I forced one of my eyes to slighty peek at her and this time her focus was on my body instead of my face. My breath began to quicken because she moved like she knew exactly what she was doing. Her hand moved closer and closer and I had no control. I wish she would stop but I haven't felt this feeling for quite some time.