Fighting Evil

FE: 4. Kidnapped

The chapter gets a little PG-15 (this is the rating system for Sweden).

§ V A L E N T I N A §

I woke up to the sound of whirring and pulsing. I was cold with a horrible headache and and the ground I was laying on was hard and wet. My shoulder was in great pain as well as my wrists.

My eyes shot open and I glanced at my surroundings. I couldn't really see well since the only light source was a flickering lightbulb on the extremely high ceiling. The room, or more or less, cell, smelled like sweat and a musty wine-cellar and for some reason, the taste of blood lingered on my tongue even though it was dry and I needed water.

The memories from last night, or the last night I had been conscious for, flashed quickly through my mind. I bit my lip to keep myself from crying. But I was so, so thirsty and I could feel some of the side effects of dehydration, so I wondered if I even had any tears left in me.

Every centimeter of my body was sore and in pain, especially in my arms and feet.

After a bit I felt like I needed to move and adjust myself, but as I tried to move my arm, I heard a rattling noise. Part of me already knew what it was. I pulled my arm in the direction away from the wall and realized that I had resistance. One of my arms was chained to the wall.

This time, I pulled harder to see if I could get the chains off of me, but the friction caused my skin to painfully peel off, and I could feel blood trickle onto my dry hands. My jaw clenched subconsciously and I decided to stop trying, it was no use.

Suddenly, I heard some sort of door open as bright light suddenly flooded into the room and my eyes automatically squinted at the sudden change. Before my eyes could adjust, a silhouette stood of a person in front of the light, and then closed the door.

In this light I could see some its features.

It was a man. He was caucasian with brown hair and sharp features. He was clean shaven and I could tell that he was around my age. Probably older.

He was looking at me, his blue eyes at my brown ones. I didn't know whether I should be scared or be glad that this man was here.

"Hello," the man said in a raspy feminine-like voice and smirk on his thin lips.

He seems like he wanted me here. I bit my lip.

"What do you want?" I asked angrily.

This man is just mentally sick, I can manipulate him, I told myself.

"Many, many things," he responded slowly. I could feel my stomach churn and my heart beat quicken as my fear grew but I fought it down with more anger.

His hands reached to my arm and I jerked it away.

"Don't touch me," I hissed and I tried to hit him with my free had but he ducked.

Out of nowhere, I was roughly pushed towards the wall by the man and pulled up until my feet were barely dangling off of the floor. The chains on my wrist made an awful amount of noise but were quiet quickly after. My heart began pounding harder than before and I knew that the man could probably hear how fast it was beating.

Even though I was cold before, now I began to sweat and I felt my hands become slightly clammy. I felt my control slip right through my fingers like sand.

"Please put me down," I pleaded. Instead of listening to me, he took the chains off my arm with one hand while pinning me on the wall by chest with the other. Part of me knew that this wasn't so that I could be free.

"I wanted to take off your chains, but you tried to hurt me," he said as he moved his arms and hands to hold me up in a different way. "Bad move."

My heart skipped a beat.

"Please, no, no, no, I'm so sorr–," I pleaded, before I was interrupted.

He pressed the rest of his body onto mine, interlacing his fingers with my refusing ones and bringing them above my head.

"If you need a name to moan, just use Louis," Louis smirked, his face nearing closer to mine.

"You're fùcking sick!" I shouted and tried to push him off of me. His force was too strong, I stood no chance.

"I know," he smiled after letting out a throaty laugh.

Before I could react, he had pressed his lips against mine, attacking them. My body tried restlessly to get them off of me, but I stood no chance. Tears came from my eyes, blurring my vision, and I closed my eyes to block out what was happening, but I could only do so much.

As Louis slipped his tongue into my mouth during one of my sobs, I felt like I was burning. Especially my hands and mouth. They were extremely warm, so warm that I was sweating intensley.

I let out a muffled sob of pain through Louis' mouth and realized that now was my chance. I used my teeth and bit extremely hard on his tongue.

Louis drew away and winced in pain but it didn't stop him.

He began attacking other spots of my upper body. My mouth was free and I was sobbing, tears were flowing down my face. My neck, collar bone, and ear burned stronger than the other places as they were given hickeys.

Where were my fire powers when I needed them the most?

"You need to loosen up," he said using a seductive expression. But I saw right through it. I needed him to stop.

"Stop, what the fuck, stop it," I pleaded, to which he replied to with a sarcastic laugh.

"Why do you keep begging me to stop? It's not like I'm going to listen to you anyways," Louis said. "Your lips say no but your eyes say yes, I think I have to do something about that."

I hated the fact that he had more dominance over me. I was held captive by this guy, and I couldn't do anything about it. He had to show that he had more power over me, and of course, sex was the way to prove it. I decided to keep quiet and let Louis continue, knowing that begging wouldn't help. I glanced at Louis' lips again and they formed a huge smirk.

His hands were roaming my body, and it wasn't long until they went under my shirt. Louis was extremely quick at removing my bralette and he tried to take off my shirt.

I used all my strength to push him off of me. He fell backwards onto the floor and I fell free from his grasp.

Should I run for the door, or should I go for Louis?

I didn't think twice before I charged and attacked Louis.

Punches, kicks, headbumps, anything I could do to stop Louis from running after me if I tried to escape.

However, I must have been too weak for him, because he managed to flip us over so that he was on top, and held a knife in his hand.

"I have complete control over you, I own you," Louis spat. He noticed my stare on the knife and said, "don't just think that if I use this it will be painless, I'll make you suffer more torture than anyone has ever had."

I gulped as my tears fell quicker.

"Now, take your shirt off, or I'll do it myself ," Louis demanded and got off of me, but still pointed his blade at me.

I knew I had no choice but to listen to him. My cheeks burned in embarrassment as I knew I had to accept that this was real. I let out sobs as I slipped off my shirt, revealing my bare chest for him to see.

"Good, good," Louis smirked, over pleased with himself. "Now, I believe we have some unfinished business."

The next hours were burned deep into my mind, just like the memories of my family's deaths.

Something told me this was just day one of hundreds to come.