Only Darkness

False Hope

(Ally's POV.)

I could feel bile push it's way up my throat from my empty stomach out of utter disgust. I gagged, it took a lot of my composure to push it back down into my empty stomach. I wanted to curse and yell at him to tell him to take his hands off of me and to get the hell away from me. But I couldn't his grip on my face was to tight. So tight that began to hurt instantly when he had first gripped my face and I couldn't even open my mouth either. His eyes stared deep into mine boring into me like he could see right through me to my soul. I tried to keep eye contact for as long as I possibly could trying to show him that I wasn't scared of him but in truth I really was, I was deadly afraid of him. His stare was so intense I began to feel uneasy again and the need to squirm away and look anywhere but at him, especially not at his eyes. He chuckled at this before roughly letting go of my face causing my head to jerk backward. Then he walked away to the far left side of the stairs where a wooden door barley poked out from the shadow that was cast based on the little amount of light and the position of the stairs. Which could be why I hadn't seen it before. Also because when he is not in here I'm always left in complete darkness with no way to see. I couldn't just turn on the light when he leaves because the light switch on the other side of the door that is keeping me down here.

I felt a little better now that the hard grip that was on my face was gone and that he was no longer looking at me anymore. Mostly that there was now some distance between us which made me feel so much safer and more comfortable. I could finally relax at least a little bit now, but not completely because he is still inside of this room and I still haven't escaped yet. He pulls out a set of keys from his pocket using one to unlock a padlock at on the door then another to unlock the doorknob. He opens the door stepping inside the room under the stairs. Once inside he turns on a light, one way brighter than the one in the room I'm stuck in. The light flood out lighting up more of the basement. What is in there? I start to panic at the unknown of what's to come. I hear rustling coming from the room now. I try again to break free of my bonds that are keeping me trapped to stay in this position, vulnerable, and with no way to fight back. Not caring how much my already raw wrists and ankles start to hurt, because the pain he more than likely going to inflict on me is going to hurt way worse than this. While every few seconds glancing back at the door waiting and watching for him to come back out.

I look up at my wrists now that I have better lighting to see what I'm doing. I twist and turn my hands trying to get them into a position to untie the knots and free my wrists before he comes back. I have to stand higher on my tippy toes to make the rope that is around my wrists loosen a little. Making the struggle to undo the many knots a little easier. But my shaky hands from pain, little to none blood circulation to my hands, and mostly the fear of getting caught and setting off his short temper or not being able to get the ropes off in time and have to go through whatever sick thing he has planned.

I untie the first knot silently praising myself as suddenly found hope fills me making me work harder and faster to undo the rest quickly. For the first time in a while I actually feel like I can really escape this place... alive. I get two more of the knots undone with each one my hope blossoms even more. Only one more to go before I'm free. That's when I hear his footstep coming back towards this room. Most of my hope crushes instantly at such a terrifying sound, but some remains as some part of me still believe that I can escape this hell. I watch as he emerges from the brightly lit room carrying a wooden table which he sets to the right of me against the wall. The table containing nothing on it. At first, I was confused but then he turned to face me again. In his left hand is a really sharp looking knife, he takes steps towards me until he is standing in front of me again. My eyes glancing from him to the knife and back. I want to step back or retreat in some way but have no way to.

He brings the knife up to my face I flinch and cringe away instantly. The cold metal touching my cheek, as my breathing hitches into ragged, breathes. I press my lips together in a thin line between my teeth trying to keep from crying out in utter terror. He locks eye contact with me before looking back at the knife pressed against my cheek. A smile wicked smile appearing on his face, as he slowly moves the knife down. Past my jaw and neck lingering at my collar bone before moving on again. While his eyes are trained down still on the knife still moving down, I begin to slowly move my hands again to untie the last remaining knot. Trying to just make it look like I was just fighting my restraints than untying them. While also trying to concentrate on my facial expression as well. Trying to look scared and helpless without showing any of the hope and joy I was feeling at the moment, in case he does happen to look up he won't get suspicious. And start to wonder why it is that I'm so happy, especially with a knife being held to me. Then he might just notice my bonds that are almost completely untied.

I get the last knot undone and think of how I'm going to do this when my ankles are still tied together. But I have to act fast before he notices and I don't have the advantage anymore. I throw my fist at his throat hitting him as hard as I can. He makes a struggled sound of pain before making choking sounds, he drops the knife to grab his throat. I quickly bend down picking up the knife and start sawing at the thick rope trying to cut it. Which is faster than trying to untie all the knots keeping both my ankles securely together. He is hunched over trying to stop choking and catch his breath. As I anxiously keep sawing.

I finally cut all the way through the rope freeing me fully from my bonds. I stand fully back up about to run for the door when I look up to see him looking visibly pissed off. Standing tall and intimidating with both of his hands at his sides clamped tightly into fists making his knuckles turn white. He is now standing in front of the stairs blocking my only way of escaping. I hold the knife in front of me trying to give me some security and trying to threaten him into moving. Which is really hard when he is two times bigger and stronger than I am and can overpower me in a second taking away my only weapon at the moment.

I try looking for a way around him to get to the door. But he has such a large frame that it takes over the entire space leaving no room for me to squeeze past. So I run towards the direction of the room hoping to trick him into moving so I can loop around and get to the door. I hear him begin to chase me so the stairs are now clear for me to escape. I quickly turn around running around him heading for the stairs. But he turns around to coming after me again. His steps are like two of mine so he catches up to me really fast. Before I could step on the first stair he puts his hand out gripping my neck in a crushing grip before I could avoid it. And slamming me into the concrete wall by the stairs, the back of my head hitting the wall hard. I let out a small moan, as pain spreads throughout my entire head and black spots fill my vision.

With his other hand, he reaches to take the knife out of my hand. I jerk the knife towards me trying to keep him from taking it from me. His hand slides down from the handle running over the blade before it falls out of his hand completely. He lets out a deep growl from in his throat scaring me. He looks down at his hand with anger, I look down too only to see a big deep cut in the palm of his left hand, his cupped hand quickly fills with blood some of it dripping into the floor. His hand tightens even more around my throat cutting off most of my access to air, he slams his bleeding hand onto the wall directly next to my head. Causing me to jump and flinch away. When I jumped from fear the knife feel from my sweaty hand to the floor with a clanging sound.

He leans in really close to me.
"You're going to pay for that!!!" He growled loudly at me through his clenched teeth.