Blood....and a pounding headache. That's all I can remember. I woke up in a dark room, my hands bound, and lying on a hard...cold...cement ground. I sat up with some difficulty feeling particularly weak. Looking down I took note that it was rope tying my hands. I pulled on them experimentally, testing the bonds, and grimaced as they dug painfully into my wrists. I wouldn't be breaking those with my own strength. And without my hands I wouldn't be drawing any runes. I glanced around the room, trying to find any escapes.
I found a door, but that was it. The room was dark and my eyes were having trouble adjusting. I leaned against the wall and began to slide up it only to collapse as my legs failed me. They felt weak. I sighed and tried again, this time with success. Though my legs were still shaky. The door was locked of course. Didn't know why I thought it wouldn't be. The click as the door opened made me take a few steps back, stumbling and falling on to my butt with a sharp intake of breath.
Light flooded the room and made me squint my eyes. All I could see was a silhouette. A deep chuckle filled the room, and for some reason it filled me with fear. I scooted back to the wall as fast as I could with my hands bound.
"You're awake...." She began, her voice smooth and elegant. "That's good, I was beginning to worry." I could hear her words dripping with amusement and my brain registered the words, but they were the last thing on my mind. My mind was working on overdrive trying to figure out how I had got here. The woman in front of me was only vaguely familiar. But it wasn't her features, of which I could barely see. It was something else.
"I will let you know though, I was disappointed in you little boy. I'm not sure of the difficulty I expected, but it was not a challenge at all to capture you." She sighed in an over exaggerated way, letting me know she was mocking me and I took a deep breath, remaining silent. I was racking my mind for details, any details of the events leading to this point.
A letter.
A plane.
A cafe.
And then waking up here.
My thoughts were interrupted as the room lit up, as the man hit a switch. The room was cement, bare of anything except for the single light bulb and a mirror on the far side of the room, that I noticed with slight interest. But my eyes finally settled on my captor. Black shoulder length hair, green eyes that were strangely dull and glassy looking. They reminded me of the eyes of one who has been long dead. Her skin pale, white as a ghost. Her smile was wide, one you would expect to see in nightmares on the face of death himself. What she wore was simple, a white dress that stretched down to her shins.
She took a few steps forward and it felt as if the room was growing colder. "What's wrong, do I scare you?" I didn't answer. I was having trouble even processing the situation, it left me at a loss of words. The confusion that overtook me, and the fear that slowly entered my body, as I finally realized the situation I was in. This woman, was not normal, her appearance alone was enough to figure that out.
It took me a moment to register that my other was screaming in my head, as I desperately tried to think of my next course of action. It had been a while since I had heard him so livid. I jumped to my feet and lunged forward, sinking my teeth into her throat, feeling the warm crimson splatter on my face as I ripped her throat out. Salty and....I blinked. I was back at my previous position, cowering against the wall.
Go then. What are you waiting for?
I can barely even stand, you expect me to rip her throat out?
SHE IS ARROGANT!
and at the moment, has a right to be.
This silenced my other. It would seem even he can see logic. "The silent treatment? Is that it?" all she got was a blank stare in return, as I calmed myself. There wasn't anything I could do at that moment, and I knew it. She chuckled darkly, "Fine then." Without another word she walked over to me, reaching down before I could make any movements and grabbed me by the hair roughly. I resisted the urge to scream in pain as she dragged me across the room by my hair. She dragged me through the door and out into a hall, she continued to drag me until we ended up in another room, similar to the room I woke up in. The only difference being a single chair in the center of the room. She shut the door behind her.
What happened next, I don't wish to describe, and I won't at least... not right now. I don't think I've ever experienced such pain and it'll haunt me for years to come. This went on for the next week. By the third day, I was broken completely. I didn't speak a word, and was then that I gave up any hope of escaping with my life. After that, she even stopped binding my hands. At the end of each of these "sessions" I would pass out, only to wake up in the same room I had the first time. I also asked her about the mirror, she had only giggled at that and told me that it was so I could admire her handiwork.
Each time I would wake up, there would be new cuts, usually fairly deep, and usually along my torso. Each of the incisions would be sloppily stitched up. The most noticeable had been the slash mark on my face, extending from one cheek to the other, across the bridge of my nose. I asked her over and over why I was here. She said that her boss, had ordered it. I proceeded to ask who her boss was. She only responded with a laugh.
It was after the eighth day that she finally slipped up. She somehow didn't notice the scalpel I grabbed when she dragged me back to my room after another "session". As weak as I felt, I knew that I would only have one chance at this. When she entered my room to retrieve me the next morning, I pounced on her. She seemed surprised, her initial shock was enough to end it. I lifted the scalpel into the air and stabbed downwards into her chest. I felt her blood stain my clothes but I didn't care. I felt her weakly struggle, but I just kept stabbing her over and over again. After she finally stopped moving, I fell off of her and crawled away as far as the room would let me.
I didn't feel sadness, or regret for the life that I had just taken. I didn't feel anything that I thought I should. I just felt, indifferent. I felt nothing. Which worried me. But later I would come to find out that this was due to shock. I scoured the place that had been my prison and found my bag. I took out my cellphone and took a few deep breaths to calm down as I heard it ringing.
"Hello? Skye?" The voice sounded slightly panicked.
"Hey Tori.....yeah, yeah I'm okay...." I slid down the wall, I didn't feel okay in the least. "You think you could come pick me up? Yeah...Germany..."
