Water was thrown at me once again from a bucket, slapping me and making me rock back on the chair I was seated on.
I gasped quietly, shivering as it trailed down my already drenched body.
The chair's legs gave out from underneath me as they were kicked in and I fell onto my back, still strapped painfully to the chair with a thick rope that left nasty red welts on my bare flesh.
I whimpered softly, knowing that if I made any loud noises it would only get worse. My eyes burned painfully, swollen from the tears that had dried up long ago.
A towel was dropped heavily on my face and I braced myself for what was going to occur next.
Water was poured over my face and I held on for as long as I could before gagging and gasping for breath like a fish out of water. My entire body spasmed and my nails dug into the concrete floor beneath me.
I could feel myself begin to float away. Back to where it was safe and warm again. Where I could sit with mom, dad, grandma Mazur, Valerie and my nieces, eating together and enjoying each others company. My eyes clouded over.
How I wish I could be there with them now..
My back arched and a huge spasm overtook my body. Heavy hands held me down.
I would tell them I loved them. Why hadn't I told them that I loved them?
The towel was ripped off my face and I sobbed.
"Please," I whispered, my throat burning and head spinning.
A finger was wagged patronizing in front of me as the figure crouched next to me. "Shhhhhh, now."
The other hand reached out and stroked the side of my head, fingers dragging down my face making me feel hot and cold with terror and disgust.
The roped were untied and I was lifted up, being to weak and bruised to move at all.
"Up we go."
The footsteps were heavy and loud as they made their way back up the basement staircase. But even then we went up higher, bypassing the living area and the front door where light filtered in from behind heavy curtains.
After tugging down a string to open up the attic door we climbed up the ladder and I was placed gently onto the bed surrounded by dusty furniture and children's toys.
My wrists and ankles were lifted as they were cuffed and chained to the posts.
I looked at the retreated no form with hazy eyes, glad the syringe was gone for today and I could remain lucid and not in that nauseous, wretched state.
*thud thud thud...*
The sounds of footsteps disappeared after the click of the attic door closing again.
I could hear a faint knocking and realized it was from the front door. I closed my eyes to block out the webs and sad memories of the owners of these books, toys, family heirlooms around me and to try to focus on what was happening downstairs.
I heard the door opening and the tones of friendly conversation that slowly grew stilted.
"...I'm very sorry...Ranger."
My heart beat like a hummingbirds wings before I forced myself to calm.
Soon after I heard the door close again and footsteps wall directly underneath me. I shut my eyes tightly a faint tremor in my hand.
When I opened them he was there. So familiar. So cruel. He smiled a two-hundred watt smile.
"Hello again."
God.