Secrets Hurt

18

Disclaimer: There's a lot of violence and torture in this chapter.....if you get triggered by these things, please skip to the author's note.

I wake up to the door opening and I see my abductor walk in and place a plate of food in front of me and he unties my hands from my back and ties them in front of me, so I can eat. He walks out after this and I dive into the food, since I hadn't eaten in a while and me gobbling down the food so fast, my stomach began to hurt but I forced the food to stay down.

Few moments later, I began to feel pressed and didn't want to soil myself so I tried calling for the guy and made a lot of noise but he didn't come down. Just when I was about to give up I see a camera high up on the wall in front of me.

This bastard was watching me.

So I signalled and shouted that I needed to pee and moments later I heard the door open and he led me to the bathroom, but he stood there waiting for me to do my business.

"Excuse me," I said, hoping he'll leave,

"Be fast about it," He says and walks out the door,

I shut the door a little and look around the bathroom, it was small and the windows were small and barred. I did my business and washed my face in the mirror, I sobbed quietly as I looked at myself in the mirror and I got an idea.

I look around for something strong enough to break the mirror so I'll use a shard of mirror to cut the ropes on me.

I found a tin dustbin beside the toilet seat and picked it up and prayed to God that the mirror shatters at one go so that I can quickly grab a shard before he bursts into the room. So with all my might I threw the dustbin at the mirror but it bounces back and clatters to the floor.

"You're not smart girl," He says as he walks into the room, "it's plastic," he adds, chuckling to himself,

I whimper as I he tugs forcefully at my hair. I sob loudly as I open my eyes and try to defend myself but wince when I get hit in the face.

My abductor drags me by my hair and slams me into a chair and releases my hands from behind me and strap them each to the armrest on the chair and he does the same to my legs.

"Please don't hurt me...please," I cry softly to him,

"You shouldn't have tried that," He replies and goes through another door in the room and comes out dragging those trays used in hospitals that had wheels, were they kept the surgical tools,

"God no....Please nooo!!!!" I scream as I begin to thrash around,

"This wouldn't be a real punishment for what you and your dad have cost me if you don't know why, would it?" He says as he picks up a small surgical knife and turns to me,

"Please, God no......Please don't hurt me," I sob, twisting my head from side to side,

"I am Dave Stevens, my sister is Lily Stevens," He says, like he's expecting it to mean something to me,

"I still don't know you, please let me go," I beg,

"I don't expect you to but, surprise, surprise, we're your step-siblings," He says,

I burst out laughing, hysterically, but yell out in pain when he digs the knife into my left arm.

"What's so funny Karla, do share," He says and twists the knife,

"Please stop.... God please," I cry out, and he stops twisting the knife in my arm but leaves the knife in it,

"So do share your source of humor," He says as he turns to the tray,