Hold Tight |Jason McCann|

Chapter 23

| Savanna |

My eyes were heavy and sore, too sore to even open. My skin felt dry and cold, too cold to even imagine. My lips felt numb and quivered to the cold, too numb to comprehend. And my head pounded and spun, hard to imagine.

I had this awful taste in my mouth, like some sort of acid stuck to my tongue and every time I licked my lips, it got worse.

I found the energy to open my eyes, half way, not entirely. I could feel blood rushing to the ends of my body, all the way to my toes as if I was being stretched and to much avail as I opened my eyes, I saw myself with my arms raised above my hand, my hands handcuffed to the pipe which ran along the low ceiling and my feet just about touching the ground. My wrists stung as the hard metal rubbed against the thin skin on my wrist as if I had been here for hours.

That was when it hit me.

I had no idea where I was and how long I had been here. The room was dark but not too dark. It was dirty, small and looked like it belonged in the movie Jigsaw. Reality hit me and I remembered the recurring events which had led me to be here. As I raised my head from it being hung low for so long, I felt my neck cry in pain with the biggest cramp. Wincing in pain every time I moved just a little bit.

I was still in Jason's shirt, it hit my thighs but with me being so raised and literally hung, I could feel it raising slowly. Nobody was in the room with me. The only thing there was a chair which sat on the opposite side. On the chair said an old laptop, lighting up, it displayed a webcam video of myself at the current moment and as I squinted, I could see in the top right corner it said 'LIVE' in big red letters.

Live? As in currently? Why was I being recorded? Why was I being shown myself as if I was some sort of object for sale? I could see the state I was in, my shirt had a small rip in the bottom hem of it and my legs had small black marks as if I had been in some sort of dirt. My hair was a mess and I could feel myself shake from how cold it was in here.

So many questions ran through my head but most importantly, I thought about Jason. I wanted to cry, to scream and to yell out for help but the dirty cloth in my mouth stopped me from doing so.

I wished this was all and dream an the pain I was feeling was just me laying on my arm for too long in my sleep, but as I heard the sound of a loud scraping door opening, I was struck back in to reality.

I heard footsteps approach me, not a word being said. I felt a presence behind me and as I fearfully looked ahead of me and at the computer screen to see who it was that was stood so close behind me. I shook with fear as i saw a masked figure stood right behind me, he was tall and was dress in a long black robe type of thing and it almost made me want to just shut my eyes and pray for this all to go away.

He didn't speak.

He slowly stepped back before disappearing in to the darkness behind me making me fear for my life as I tried my hardest to struggle out of this horrible hold. It was like torture being held like this for so long, I could feel my arms giving way.

Suddenly, the masked figure appeared again from behind me and as I watched him in the computer I felt him raise what looked like a metal black bar, like a crowbar but without the end, ahead of me, before he held it in front of my face from behind.

I whimpered in fear as he pressed the cold metal against my stomach, running it down my leg letting the coldness touch my skin. It felt like frost. Tears released my eyes like no tomorrow as I cried for help, trying to get my words out but the gag in my mouth stopped me.

He then walked ahead of me and towards the laptop, stepping to the side, he showed both the camera and I the metal bar before pulling out a canister from his robe.

He held down the nozzle and fire burned from the canister, he then held the black metal bar against the flame and began lighting the end which curved out to be a straight end. As he continued to light it, the black metal sparked a bright red, showing how hot it now was.

Not knowing what was going on, who this masked person was and why I was having to watch this, I stayed still, not making a sound. Not that I had any other choice.

The guy began walking back to me after showing the camera the heated metal bar. He kept his stare on me, even though I couldn't see his real eyes through the mask, I was still terrified and could feel shivers down my spine as he neared me.

He went behind me again, stepping closer to me, he pulled down the cloth in my mouth letting it fall to my neck. I could feel his breath hitting the mask and then hitting my skin as he chuckled deeply, "I want your beloved boyfriend to hear you scream, and not in the way you're used to"

Without warning, I felt him pick up my shirt from the bottom before rolling it up and stopping at the small of my back. I whimpered as I could literally feel him staring at my exposed backside, feeling embarrassed and disgusted by him.

Quickly, I felt him press the metal bar head against my skin, pushing it against the small of my back as I screamed out in pain. The heat burned in to my back, I could hear it literally sizzle against my skin as I screamed.

"Please! Stop!" I screamed in pain, tears flowing down my cheeks as I tried pushing my body away from the bar.

Finally, he pulled the bar from my skin and I was left with the sensation of a burns rushing around that area. It was like my entire back was on fire. I had never felt pain like it.

I whimpered, crying and hoping for him to let me go but he simply let me go of my shirt, feeling his gloved hand brush against my exposed skin on the way before he covered my mouth with the gag once again.

With that, he disappeared out of the room.

My tears fell free as I sobbed, feeling my eyes blur from the tears, I didn't understand how Jason would hear me scream if he wasn't even here. He wanted Jason to hear me scream, I was almost certain he said that to me and as I stated down at the ground, crying to myself as the pain in my back only got worse, I slowly lifted my head to look at the computer screen.

Live.

Live? Was Jason watching? Had these people purposely done this to show Jason and get a reaction? It was the only explanation I could think of as quite frankly, I hoped it was only Jason who was watching this rather than it being complete strangers enjoying me being tortured.