The room was quiet, with an eerie feel to it. I didn't like it. I couldn't move with my arms, with them being bound behind my back. My legs were numb, as they were both bound to two ropes, both hanging taught to the ceiling. I was swinging slightly back and forth, while hanging upside down. Tears stung my swollen red eyes, as they ran down my pounding forehead, and fell to the ground. I was blinking rapidly, trying to clear up my vision in the darkroom.
"Well, someone's awake." A deep, manly voice stated, followed by a creepy chortle. I stiffened while searching my brain for answers as to why I was here, scared out of my mind. Then, it all came flooding back to me. My parents, sold me to this guy, for a week! For their own selfish needs! Again! By this point, I was fuming. How could they do this to their sixteen-year-old daughter, their flesh and blood? "Calm down sweetie, we don't need this to hurt more than it needs to, right?" The ominous figure asked rhetorically.
The tears just kept flowing, fast and violent. I choked out a sob, as I felt cold metal through the back of my shirt. "We won't be needing this," the person said. I felt a sharp pain down my back, as the tight shirt suddenly became loose. I cried out in pain, as I felt a warm liquid, I'm going to assume is blood, dripped down my now cold and exposed back. Then, I felt my sleeveless top get yanked off my back, leaving me feeling vulnerable and self-conscious. I was relieved I was wearing a bra with the clasp in the front, as the person was behind me. I flinched as I felt a pair of cold hands, running up down my back. They were getting dangerously close to my tight-fitting jean shorts that reached just above my mid-thigh, however, because I was hanging upside-down, the shorts were riding up, making them seem a lot shorter.
Another sob escaped my lips as the hands reached around my waist, and unbuttoned my shorts. Then, I heard a tearing noise, and my legs became cold next. I had forgotten to do the laundry Friday, so I was left with only my thinnest, tiniest, skimpy pair of panties, as the rest were dirty. I was severely regretting procrastinating my least favorite chore, for many reasons right now. I jumped, with a loud gasp, as I felt hands grasping my behind. I started squirming as the person squeezed harder, making my poor cheeks ache. I felt nails dig into my backside for a few seconds before the hands disappeared. I sighed out with relief, as I was overcome with a wave of comfort crashed over me. However, it didn't last long before I stiffened once more, hearing his eerie laugh from behind me.
"Be patient for a second Hailey, I have to grab a few things." The guy said before I heard his retreating footsteps. They were heavy and even. He came back, to my dismay, in only a few seconds. He came right up to me, and this time, he came around to the front. The room around me was small, with no furniture or windows, and it had only one door. The only thing that was in the darkroom, where the two metal hooks on the ceiling, that the ropes holding my legs are attached to. I had to look up, well, it would be down if I wasn't upside-down, to see him. chills ran down my spine, as I saw what he was holding. He had a whip in one hand, and an already dirty knife in the other.
"Ready to have some fun, miss Hailey?" He said with a mischievous grin.
