Pure Obsession {WIP}

04 | No One Else

***TW***

  A pathetic whine breaks past my lips as I pull once more at the cuffs, trying to escape their harsh clutches.  A deep red ring surrounds my wrists and ankles, purple bruises forming across my skin as the cold grip of the cuffs sends a jolt of pain with the slightest movement.

  So I guess I have to find a different way to get out of these.

  Looking around once more, I try to make out anything I can now that I've calmed down a bit.  Plain walls mock me with their empty existence; as if to mirror my worth in this place.  Not even a window to fill me with a sense of hope.  Lights flicker from loose wires hanging from the ceiling above my head, wooden beams and rusty pipes suspended below to hold the wires and installation up.  The folding chair Daniel had been sitting in is blown across the small room into the wall from when he had practically jumped on top of me.  Besides that and the supposed nightstand out of my peripherals, there is nothing else in the room.  If anything there might be a monster under the rickety bed or a trapdoor for the real monster to come through and torment me further.

  The frigid coldness prickling at my skin along with the windowless walls leads me to believe that I must be in a basement somewhere.  When and if I do escape I'll have to navigate my way in the basement and out of the house.  God forbid this place is in the middle of nowhere and I have to consider the possibility of being completely on my own as soon as I escape.  The basement many be soundproof, but it wouldn't have to be if there was no one around for miles to hear me scream.

  I shudder at the thought.

  He's done this eleven times before and he has obviously gotten away with torturing girls here without interference from the outside world.  I will be no different. Risking screaming again in an effort to draw attention to potential neighbors will only be more trouble than it's worth.  No doubt, the girls before me tried it and they received all the terrible treatments the news vaguely covered.

  That's another thing.  The news station and Sheriff Forbes have never released a statement describing what the girls actually went through.  No images were circulated or details about the type of torture inflicted on each girl; just that they had suffered greatly.  This is what I have to look forward to as I lie still, waiting for the Devil to inflict his torture on his newfound victim.

  Victim.

  My eyes start to water despite having cried all my tears out earlier.  An unbearable ache grows in my head as my lips part, releasing a silent sob that can't quite seem to crawl its way out of my throat.  I never thought I would find myself in this position - no one does.  Whether or not I leave this place with my life I will always be considered one of his victims.  His Little Bird as I seem to be to him now.

  Heavy footsteps arrive within earshot and grow louder, probably him coming down the stairs.  Before the door swings open, I compose myself unnaturally fast and keep my gaze fixated on the bronze doorknob.  Just as expected, Daniel comes through the door with a plate similar to the one he had before in his hand with a plastic cup of what appears to be water in the other.  My heart rate picks up as he takes a seat on the bed.  I have to move my hand onto my stomach so that I don't have to touch him.  His close proximity makes every hair on my body stand up straight and my empty stomach churn.

  He turns towards me, a small smile on his handsomely sculpted face.  He looks down at the plate and cup in his hands and back to me with a sickly satisfying grin.  The breath in my throat halts for the hundredth time since being in his presence.  His striking green eyes dance with thoughts I can't imagine - or don't want to - as he studies me closely.  Despite the growing hunger in my empty stomach, I decide to pull him out of his trance and try my luck with figuring out the situation I'm in.