Enchanted

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2, ᴘᴀɢᴇ 7.

-Seth-

The drive was long, really long. I stopped crying since I was literally almost hyperventilating, but that didn't mean that I didn't say anything or even tried to get out.

They told me that every single time I'd try to escape or make a sound I would get hit in any way possible. At first, I didn't believe it. But oh how I wish I just listened.

I had bruises that covered my whole body, some even still open with blood storming out of them. I had to keep my hand on my wounds, pressuring them. I had quite a lot, but of course, didn't have enough material to keep pressure on them all. So it just kept bleeding, stinging, burning, and hurting like absolute hell.

I was biting my lip so hard that even that started to bleed. But I just didn't want to go through another beating. So I tried my best to keep providing myself from making any kind of sound, even if it was a breath.

It kept going like that for about an hour before the van finally decided to pull over. The doors swing open, and I was met with a full-on light session, covering my sight. "Fuck.." I curse to myself, trying to get attached to the lighting. At least I was getting used to it slowly.

They got a hold of my arm, roughly. It almost made me fall flat to the floor, facepalming. but another man grabbed my other side, so tight that I could barely move. It all went so fast, so extremely fast. I couldn't even see what was actually happening. All I knew was that I was now inside a building, a really white building with bright big lights. They were hurting my eyes in fact, even causing me to not be able to look at them much longer.

My body was weak, I was tired and exhausted from everything that was going on. And I mostly don't even know what's going on. I just groaned a little, my eyes wanting to just shut and my head just hanging backward, being dragged through the same long boring hall.

The only thing I could see was the ceiling, it changed from bright lights to flickering ones, it was for sure a change. It also  kind of hurt my eyes, but hey. I wasn't complaining. every inch of my body hurts, to the point I didn't even realize it.

I could tell by the way the men spoke not even a single word, the ceiling lights constantly changing and the pain getting more intense and painful, that I was close to whatever place I was going to stay. People were screaming and crying. it made me feel pity, but also really anxious.

Their grip was so tight that I just knew that even that would leave some pretty damaged marks.