The Red Light

Chapter 1- I should have listened

    *CONTENT WARNING: VIOLENCE, SEXUAL CONTENT, ADULT LANGUAGE*

*TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT, ABUSE, KIDNAPPING, VIOLENCE, PTSD TRIGGERING CONTENT.*

*READERS BEWARE*

   My head pounds against my skull. I lay on cold concrete, but the floor feels like it is twisting and turning beneath me. I move my left arm to rub my head only to feel the restrictions of a cold metal ring against my wrist pull my arm back to the floor.

       I open my eyes to a spinning ceiling. I turn my head to the right only to get dizzy and have to shut my eyes for a few seconds. I control my dizziness and open my eyes. Both wrists are restrained by hand cuffs bolted to the concrete floor of what appears to be a garage.

       I slowly turn my head again only to be met by a wave of nausea. I force my head to the left only to throw up in my own hair. Ew. I hear a chuckle.

       "See now thats nasty." I look around me to find the source of the voice. "Don't bother, I'm hidden well." The voice booms around the cement block walls. "Welcome to Rosemary Manor. You live here now." My eyes open wider.

       "Excuse me?" I rasp out, my throat stinging from the acid puke.

       The voice chuckles again, "get used to it. Your old life is behind you now, coral." I process the words the man leaves me.

       "Its actually Cori, thanks assface." I immediate regret my temper as a high power shock goes into my wrists.

       "Ah ah ah, don't disrespect the headmaster, Missy. Thats strike one." Strike one? Do I even want to know what strikes two or three are? I bite the inside of my cheek. "Well, aren't you going to apologize?" The voice questions menacingly.

       "I'm sorry." I rasp out carefully, afraid of strike 2. I feel a sharp pain to my right side as a strong kick is delivered to my ribs. I gasp and struggle to take a deep breath.

       "Sorry, who?" The voice asks in a sing-song tone. I struggle to take a breath.

       I begin to speak squeaking, "I'm sorry-" I take another shallow breath. "-Headmaster." I breath out with a sigh.

       "Thats better. Lucas, get her cleaned up. She's going to be a tough one to integrate, I can tell already. Make sure you take photos of her best angles. We don't want any accidents with this one." The man booms. I hear a pair of heavy boots walk away.

       What feels like hours later, boots returns. I can hear the wheels of a cart squeak near my head. Soon, the chains holding me down are given some room from the floor. I am able to sit up away from my own vomit. I slowly crawl myself into the fetal position and hold my knees to my aching chest. "Whats going on? Why am I here?"

       Boots brings his face into my field of vision. He is a tall man with prominent features such as a strong body shape and his blonde hair in the form of a buzz cut. Below his left blue eye is a scar in the shape of a double prong key. "You'll figure it out. You're smart." He chuckles, "Only the smart ones walk down the street after 22:00 blaring music so loud her kidnappers don't have to tiptoe." I frown at my own stupidity. No comment.

       After the most embarrassing sponge bath in the history of degration, I find myself naked and huddling into a ball in the upright position for warmth. I try my best to keep my cleavage hidden from boots.

       Soon, he comes back in and detaches the cuffs. I smirk and begin to run past him, only to be pulled back by my hair. Stray black hairs coat my face as I am jerked back.  "Nice try." I frown.