Avia P.O.V
I was running down the street in the dark night. Almost out of breath, I continue running to find somewhere to hide and rest. I found a dark ally way and made me way through.
I sat on a cardboard box by the wall and watched a stray cat walk by me.
A shadow then casted over me. I looked up and saw a girl about my age with long black hair and as mask that covered her whole face.
"Well, well. I've been looking for a brand new play thing. And you're just perfect!"
"What do you mean? Who the hell are you?"
"I'm Hera. You are?"
"Avia."
"Come with me, Avia." she grabs my arm and pulls me by me feet across the road.
"Where the hell are you taking me?"
"You'll see." Hera says before throwing me in the backseat of a car.
"Iza, go time. I've got one." Hera says to another girl sitting in the driver seat.
Before I knew it , the car sped away.
—
The girls both took me out of the backseat, holding me up by my arms. "Where the hell am I?"
In front of me there was a dark, abandoned looking house that they were carrying me too.
"Cleaver!" Hera shouts across the hall once we get inside.
I hear loud footsteps coming toward us. There was a big ass scary dude looking down at me.
"You know what to do." The girls threw me down hard onto the floor and Cleaver picks me up by my hood and looks straight at me, though he was also wearing a full mask so I couldn't really tell where his eyes were looking toward.
He grabs my neck and squeezes. After about ten seconds I passed out.
—
I woke up in an empty room. Alone. I was sitting in a chair with my hands handcuffed behind it and my feet handcuffed to the legs.
Where the hell am I now?
I hear the echo of the door open and look up. Hera and Iza were wheeling in a cart. I couldn't tell what was on it from where I was until they got closer. On the cart were tools. Torture tools.
It's not like I've been through much worse anyway.
I'd be used to this, jokes on them.
Hera laughs. "Avia, Avia. What on earth did you do? What's with your hideous face?"
"None of your business."
Iza pulled my hair and grabbed one of the tools. She took a tongue tearer to my lips and said "Tell me or I'll rip your tongue right out. I'll do it, Avia. Don't test me." She took the tool from my lips, "I'll give you one more chance."
"Okay! I was almost burned alive by these girls and the bleach and alcohol they drenched me in made my skin so pale and I burnt my own eyelids off."
"What about this scar? This'll be fun to play with." She says poking my scar with a knife.
"One of those girls did it. Doctors sewed it up but I cut it back open."
"Avia, you're a mad one! This'll be so fun! Those girls you talked about seemed interesting. Where do I find them?"
"Hell."
"Excuse me?"
"I killed them. All of them. One by one."
"That explains why you're clothes are a bloody mess. But they're only about to get messier."
Hera laughs. "This'll be more fun then ever. Torturing someone who's already out of their mind! Can't wait to see how she ends up!"
Iza turns to Hera, "But I'd be careful, Hera. We know what she's capable of."
"Shut up."
"Avia, we'll be back tomorrow. Be ready."
—
I woke up screaming. It had already begun. Thumbscrews were twisting my toes. Blood flowed out of my feet onto the floor beneath them.
"Oh, how lovely. She's awake." Hera says twisting the thumbscrew harder.
I scream again.
"This'll hurt for weeks! Plus all the pain we'll endure on top of this!" Iza laughs.
Help me.
Help me.
Help me.
Please...
"Iza."
"Yes, Hera?"
"Knee splitter."
Wait, the knee what?
Iza places the tool in Hera's hand as she placed the spiked tool into my flesh. I scream again as she tightens the screws , slowly crushing my knee.
"Isn't this fun, Avia?"
I couldn't speak as I was in so much pain. Hera keeps tightening the screws and more of my blood splashes on the floor.
I hyperventilate as she removes the room from my flesh and puts it on the cart.
"No! No! Stop! Please!" I cry.
She then pulls out a cleaver and my eyes widen . "Cleaver lent me this. This'll be of good use, don't you think?"
I stay silent staring at the knife.
"Please no." I whisper.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you?"
I still stay silently shaking in my seat.
"Wait, I got a better idea." She puts the knife down and pulls out a needle. "Don't move."
She pokes the needle through my scar, "I'm going to sew this shut. Don't jerk or I might poke your eye out. You don't want that, do you?"
She continues to pull the needle through, sewing my scar completely shut.
She holds up a mirror to my face. "All better, isn't it?"
I look at my stitched scar. "But I w-was so b-beautiful..."
"Avia, you were hideous. I mean, you still are but I figured the least I could do was stitch up that scar. This girl who carved that smile on your face didn't do a good job. Maybe one day I'll slice it back open , but I'll make sure to get the other side of your hideous face."
—
Night falls and I sit there with my head hanging down looking at the floor. I was to afraid to sleep.
I then hear footsteps echo down the hall. I begin to shake nervously.
I then see a big man's silhouette appear. "Avia..."
the deep husky voice calls out.
He then walks into the light , it was Cleaver.
"D-Don't h-hurt me..." I say with a shaky tone.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you."
"Huh?"
"I'll get you out of here with the others as soon I can."
"What others?"
"Iza and Hera have kidnapped and tortured multiple people your age and younger. They're all trapped around here somewhere."
He began mopping the blood off floor. "I hate my job."
"How'd you get here?"
"Long story." He says dipping the mop into the water , the blood making it turn deep red. "But don't worry, you'll be out of here soon."
He leaves once all the blood was mopped up and I hear the door slam as I watch the room go dark.
—
"Avia..."
A familiar voice echoed.
"Avia..."
There it was again.
I sat up as I found myself laying down in a field of red flowers. The rest of the place was solid white.
"Who's there?" I ask.
"Try and guess. Don't you recognize my voice?"
"Em'?"
A hand touches my shoulder and I glance behind me to see my sister.
"Em'!" I shout happily.
"Avia..."
I hug her and begin to sob. "Please forgive me..."
"I already have." she says hugging me back.
"But I tried to—"
"It's okay."
"No it's not..."
Em' breaks from the hug and starts to walk away.
"Where are you going?"
She didn't answer and just kept walking. I started running after her but she just kept fading away from me. "Em'! Em'!"
—
Hera takes a long wooden pole and repeatedly hits me in the gut with it as hard as she could. She kicks a bucket over to me, "I want you to fill this way up to the very top."
She hits me harder. And harder. And harder.
Blood spews from my mouth and hits the floor.
"You hurt?"
"No, I normally cough up blood." I say sarcastically.
"Watch your mouth." She hits me again.
I cough up more blood, but it landed in the bucket this time.
"Good."
I kept puking up blood into the bucket while Hera kept hitting me until it was half full. "Good enough. I'm bored now, let's try something else."
I felt dizzy and nauseous. Tears were running down my face as Iza pulled my hair and held me still.
"Ready?"
I didn't answer as she took rib cutters and cut my ribcage. I scream.
"I love hearing you scream in pain." Hera laughs.
Why does it have to be like this? How'd I even get here?
