I woke up my vision weird from the chemicals in the rag. I was in the tall man's basement, tied to a chair even though I couldn't see the ropes I knew they were there, all I could feel as I struggled was the burning sensation in my wrists. My vision was returning slowly but I managed to make out the tall figure sitting in the corner, I saw his snow white smile. I glared at him.
"I'm going to make you suffer, every moment your here will be awful! You'll be wishing... I would just kill you." He spat. I said nothing, I just glared at him.
I heard a door open and then close and then footsteps as someone walked down the stairs, no there were two people. One of the two men walked out in front of me. He had long brown hair, no farther than his ear, and his eyes were glazed with pain. Did everyone wish to kill me? He looked down at me. I turned away.
"Well you were right, she is rude. That's not a way to welcome someone." He said sternly.
"I'm not going to welcome someone who is going to kill me!" I snapped.
"Who's behind me?" I spat.
I could here him silently breathing behind me.
He walked out in front of me and my eyes widened in horror.
"Alex?!?" I said astonished.
"Hello," he said calmly as though he didn't know what was going on.
They all lined up in front of me, I was still looking at Alex, shocked to find out that he probably knew what was going on.
"Ok, I know why you want to kill me,"I gestured to the tall, dark man.
"But why do you wish to see me suffer?" I asked the man who was now looking at the floor.... lost in sad thoughts. He looked up,
"Ill do anything for my friend." He put his hand on the tall man's shoulder. I nodded,
"What about you Alex?" I asked curiously.
he said nothing just looked at me with hatred in his eyes.
"Anyways!" The tall, dark man said,
"Now that you know why they are here, we should get on with making you suffer."
He looked over at the man with pain in his gaze and handed him one of the knives that was laid out on the table behind them. The man took the knife and walked slowly towards me. He looked down into my eyes, his gaze looked as though he was apologizing for what he was about to do. I turned away disgusted with this man. His gaze darkened, the pain still there... filling him with furry. He raised the knife and stabbed it into my hand. I screamed. I Looked down at my hand, blood welled around the knife, I screamed again. His gaze was dark as he walked back to his place between the other two. The tall dark man grabbed a knife from behind him without looking back to choose the one he thought would be worst. He looked down at the knife, it was a nice long knife, sharp to the tip. I looked at him, he smiled and stabbed me in the leg. I gave another cry. The pain was dreadful! Excruciating! He was right I do wish I was dead. Anything was better than this! He walked back to his spot. I sat up glaring at Alex fighting back the tears. Tears was what they wanted! I would not give in! He looked at the knives and grabbed one, it was a short, dull, rusty knife that would hurt very badly! He smiled. I could not show him fear! I looked into his eyes calmly. His smile melted away and his eyebrows narrowed. He looked at my right shoulder and smiled. He stabbed it into the exact place where my other wound had been. It hurt so very much! I fought back the tears. The first man was in pain again he turned to the knives, when the doorbell rang. They all looked up and ran up the stairs, closing the door behind them. I had to do something! I looked at the knives. This is going to hurt!!! I stood up with the chair holding on, and walked to the knives, wincing the whole way there.Picking the sharpest of them all, cutting the ropes and freeing my hand, I yanked the knife out of my left hand and rubbed the pain away. Then I cut the ropes that had tied my feet to the chair, and pulled the knife that was in my leg out. Now for the final knife! I slowly pulled it out, the burning sensation was dreadful! I had gotten the knife out a moment later, it was stained with not rust, but my blood. I threw the knives under the desk which was sitting in the corner. I turned to the table with the knives spread across it, and picked up three of the best ones there. The door closed and one of them walked around the corner and saw I was gone, I smashed him to the wall,
"Say anything and I.... will END you!" I said quietly.
"I wont say anything, I will help you escape though. I'm sorry about the hand, I had to! I'm the one who helps the people escape when he decides to torture people. Now, I'm going to help you! If you'd like." He said.
"Of course I want help!" I silently told him.
"Ok then."
He walked me to a cover on the wall and tore it down letting light shine into the dark, gloomy room. He popped the window open,
"Leave when you hear the door open." He told me quickly.
"Thank you!" I told him.
He nodded, smiling. He ran upstairs and closed the door. A moment later I heard footsteps walk towards the door I climbed out, heard the door open and popped the window back in place. I ran! I ran faster than I'd ever run before! I'm alive!
