thirty five

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DAMON

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I was sitting there on the gross and cold floor stuck in my own thoughts as always. I wanted to get out of this hell hole. I mostly just wanted to get back to Elena, I missed her so much. I Should have never left her, I would regret that for the rest of my miserable life of which I would probably be stuck here.

God Elena I hope you don't hate me if I ever see you again.

I heard that god awful door creak open again, it sounded like nails against a chalkboard, absolutely horrible to my ears.

Chris came barreling through the door like he had every morning for the past three years. Coming to torture me with his voice and whatever he had chose to use to try and get information out of me. You think someone would give up after three years of no information, but not him.

But I would never give in to the pain. He wanted information on my family and my job and what secrets they had. But I was trained for this little did he know. And I would never tell him who Elena was. I wouldn't put her life in jeopardy just because mine was, how's that fair?

"So Damon have anything for me today? Or just looking to be electrocuted? Ill be happy with either."

"Im sure you will." I seethed out to him. "I haven't given you information for three years maybe that's a sign that you should give up on me. I won't say a word to you."

He laughed at me before spitting towards me, his spit landing directly on my cheek. "Thats what I think of you, stupid bitch."

"Same to you. If anyone here's a bitch it's you. Putting a man through torture and not giving him a fair chance to fight back, I would say you're scared of me hm?"

He laughed at me once again before placing the electric rod against the skin on my arm. "How could someone be scared of you?'

I took in a deep breath as I felt the electric rod against my arm, fighting against the surging pain going through my body. Going through this for three years you think I would be used to it but there's now way anyone could be used to this, could they?

"Just give me something!" He yelled as his anger rose through him, when he got angry it was never good.

"I don't have anything!" I screamed back. "Electrocute me all you want I won't say anything!"

I tugged against the restraints. The skin on my wrists was basically gone from how long the ropes had been around them. They were bloody and bruised, looking to be free like a bear from a trap.

He threw the rod across the room before leaving in defeat. This happened most days and I was grateful for it. Getting a break was one of the few things I looked forward to these days, seeing Elena was at the top of my list.

I saw her beautiful brown eyes everyday. I found comfort visioning I was looking into her eyes, you could get lost in them so easily, they were one of the reasons I fell so quickly for her along with her beaming personality.

She's what's got me through this. Without her I probably would've tried to end all of this by now somehow someway. I would've found the way. But thank god for Elena.

Looking at this room everyday was horrible. The grey brick walls covered in rust and mold from water damaged I would assume. I studied everything in this room already, every square inch.

Someone get me out of here.

Two years later

Everyday my mental stability got worse as I sat on this cold floor. My body was tired for everything it had to endure and Ive had enough. How has no one found us yet? Its been five years and nothing, was anyone even looking for us

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