My Saviour

torture

A sudden, loud bang made my body jolt, a gasp escaping my lips as I peel my eyes open. Pain radiated through my eyes as they darted around the room I was in.

If you could even call it a room. It looked more of a cell, maybe even a torture chamber.

There was a small window high up on the wall to the side of me, steel bars as a window. The small gaps shadowed on the ground infront of me, a soft light cascading into the 'room'.

With what I could make out, I could see a small bucket in the corner opposite of me, the walls, floor and ceiling were dark, a cold hard material, like cement.

Oh this is just great.

A black, steel door rested opposite me, on the same side as my bathroom.

This is almost comical.

I slightly shift my body, my palms flat on the ground, no, it was a mattress, I don't think you can even class this a mattress, it was more of a piece of paper.

I groan out as I shift, every atom screaming out in agony. A sickly feeling developing deep in my gut.

I stop shifting, my body too weak to move, my body too weak to even breathe.

I somehow build enough strength to chuckle. That's the only reaction I could muster up to this situation.

They won, fair and square.

They picked the perfect moment to pounce, I'll give them that.

It was only a waiting game until they were gonna make a move, and they finally did. The one moment I didn't have anyone around me.

I could blame myself for this, I did run away from my body guard, I did refuse David and Marks offer to drive me home or to call Ace to get me. Alas I put myself in this situation.

And there's no way out is there?

My body painfully slumps against the wall lower, my body giving out under me even though I was sitting down.

My eyes slowly start to shut, every blink making me not want to blink again but appart of me was addicted to the pain it radiated.

As my eyes shut and don't open again I start to feel my body floating, my body crying out, an annoying creaking sound of a door opening makes the floating stop.

I don't open my eyes though. I know which door it was, I know what was to come, and I didn't know if my body could handle it.

Ominous footsteps bounce on the cold floor, each step feeling like a slap in the face as they came closer to me.

"Suka vstavay." ( bitch get up) A cold harsh voice echos through the cell, the cold walls absorbing his empty voice.

I don't speak Russian but okay..

A small smile lifts onto my face but I don't bother opening my eyes, I don't even know If I can, "suka.... I've heard that one so many time....maybe you guys should be a bit more creative..." my voice was clearly hoarse, every word cracking.

Silence.

Even with my eyes closed I could feel the immense hatred this man felt towards me. Every breath coming from his direction slowly became harsher.

"Zaberi parshivtsa." ( pick up the brat) his voice rings out again and I hear two sets of footsteps get closer to me.

Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut.