Welcome to chapter one! Please make sure you've read the author's note before you continue on with reading this chapter because, like I've mentioned there, there will be a lot of mature topics mentioned that might be triggering to some and that is not to be taken lightly so again, please don't continue unless you've read the author's note and fully aware. Thank you💚 ———————————————————————————————
"Our hearts are monsters that's why our ribs are cages holding them captive while we wonder, who owns the key?" -RA
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Slowly coming back to my consciousness, I became aware of my surroundings and let my senses do their job.
Screams and chains rattling could be heard from a distance. The voices continued to scream until they were nothing but rasps.
The cold air filled my lungs. My head throbbed and my body felt sore. My hands were bound behind my back, seemingly tied with rope, and tight at the wrists. That would surely leave a mark. Myfeet were tied as well and I could feel a warm, stickiness on my slightly numb thigh.
Blood
I remain unmoving just to make sure I am alone but as soon as I do, the door to whatever room I am in, opens.
"Look who's finally awake," The man in front of me said, wearing a mocking smirk, "Glad you're up, I've been wanting to have some fun with you for a while"
I snorted, "Untie me, then I'll show you my kind of fun."
My hands longed to feel his blood all over them.
I wore a blank expression as I prepared myself to dislocate my thumb. It was the only to get them out of their restraints and frankly, I didn't mind the pain so much. I slowly began the process, keeping my face blank and embracing the pain. Fucking shit that hurt
The man looked slightly dumbfounded as he watched my devious smirk widen but recovers quickly. He strides closer, his expression now masked, "What is it with weak bitches like you thinking they stand a chance against a man?"
Anger filed through me as I slowly make eye contact with him, purple rage swimming in my eyes. "What is it with men like you," I tilt my head, amused by my concealed rage, "thinking they are so superior?"
With that, I slid my wrists from their restraints and punched him square in the face. He fell to the floor unceremoniously and before he could react, I grabbed him by the chin and snapped his neck.
Great, what now?
My eyes snap to the gun in his waistband and I grab it. I walk to the heavy metal door and press my ear to it, hoping to hear the faintest indication that anybody was there.
