Betrayal

Chapter 3

*This chapter contains rape. If this makes you uncomfortable, then feel free to skip the chapter.*

Something felt off when I had awoken. My head was still fuzzy from what happened before I was knocked out, but I remembered how I had gotten there. Mia's grey skin and angry face was still seared into my mind and I still had a lot of questions. I took in my new surroundings and it was true that I was not in a traditional cell any more, but instead in the mines as Lucas had promised. I was in a bed this time, facing the farthest wall. I took in my surroundings, taking note of the white, cement-like substance that made up the walls and immediately remembering that it was salt. There was a bright, LED lamp hanging from the ceiling that was closest to the foot of the bed. My eyes trailed to the door. It was a large, metallic, sturdy-looking door with gears and complicated locks on it. It was clear that they didn't want me getting away this time.

    I soon noticed something in the middle of the room; I noticed something that would chill me to the bone. My clothes, everything I was wearing, was folded up on the ground with an old, brass key sitting on top of the pile. My eyes widened as I soon realized that I was fully nude beneath the old, worn sheets, and my left leg was shackled to the metal-bar foot board. I broke out in a cold sweat and rushed to get up. The pile of clothes and the key seemed to be close enough for me to crawl and at least drag it over.

  "Good! You're awake!" A voice echoed over an intercom. I grimaced and realized that he had been watching the entire time. I should have known.

  "So, here's how it's gonna go." He began in an almost taunting voice.

  "If you can get the key and your clothes before your time is up, you can go free." He explained. I glared at the ground.

  "How long do I have?"

  "I'll make it fair, you have fifteen seconds to grab that key." He told me. The amount of amusement present in his voice was quite alarming. It was sickening. As soon as I heard him utter the words 'go,' I was on the ground reaching for the pile of clothes. It didn't take long for me to figure out that it was just out of reach. My stomach dropped at this realization.

  "Ten."

  "This is impossible." I muttered to myself, tears filling my eyes like water would fill a swimming pool. I stopped trying, knowing that my futile attempts were bringing him some sick form of pleasure.

  "Five." He drawled. I stood up and crawled back onto the bed before curling into a ball and crying. This was a nightmare, at this point in my life, I regretted fearing anything other than this. This had quickly become a living hell. I'm sure I wouldn't be half as frightened of this if I still had my clothes.

  "Aww, did you give up?" I scowled at his taunting.

  "What the hell do you think?" I asked rhetorically. He laughed at this. He just laughed. Next thing I knew, everything was silent. The intercom was off, that was obvious due to his laughter being cut off, and for some reason, that was more unnerving than when the intercom was on. So, for the next few minutes I sat alone, fighting back tears, knowing that crying wouldn't do me any good. Everything was silent, almost peaceful. It would have been enjoyable if not for why I was here.

  Footsteps had interrupted my peace. Echoing footsteps from just outside the door. I sat up, holding the blanket over myself and bringing my knees up... I was cowering. The door had opened with a loud creak before revealing the source of the footsteps. Of course it was him. He smiled at me with that terrifying, wide smile that made my blood run cold. He walked into the room, closing the door behind him and kicking the pile of clothes and the key away. He inched toward the bed in large strides, making me cower in the corner where the bed and wall met.