Okay so this is my very first story EVER on . I came up with this a long time ago, and only decided to publish it to the world a week or two ago. I'm not good at writing, and I don't want to be an author when I grow up, but I just wanted to try this and see if people like it. I hope you do :)
Chapter 1-
The endless pain that throbbed in the back of her skull fluttered into agonizing motion by each slam into the wall. Her body was pulled up by the roots of her dark hair, bringing her to her knees. She tried scratching her attacker to let his menacing grip loosen, but that only made him angrier, and she knew it.
"You bitch! What did I tell you!?" The man took the mangled body that was in his grasp and threw her into the nearest wall.
The girl's body hit the wall and crumbled to the floor. Her back lurched forward, trying to rid the searing hot pain from her body that trickled down her spine. She tried to crawl away putting as much distance from the man, but her limbs gave up on her. She laid there, trembling, as she heard the terrifying sound of combat boots walk towards her. The man knelt down and grabbed the girl's chin, turning her head towards his,"Look at me."
" I-I c-can't." Her eyes were too swollen from the constant strikes to her face earlier that day.
The man raised his hand and struck it across her face. The hot pain burned into her skin, which she tried to cover with her left hand, but the man was one step ahead of her. He grabbed her wrist, and simply rotated it 180 degrees. A screech of misery escaped her trembling lips, the only thing she can do at that moment to release some suffering. "I don't care! Do what you're told, you whore!"
She forced her eyelids to pry through the bruises, which only let her see through squinting eyes. A single tear ran down her face, landing on the man's vein popped hand. She didn't dare to look at his face, but at the center of his chest. She only looked at the waves of rolling muscle that surrounded and protected his bulk body under the intimidating blood covered uniform. He applied a small amount of pressure to her damaged wrist, spitting,"Look into my eyes cunt."
She forced her gaze upward until it locked on his. The eyes. The menacing eyes. There were no pupils, no nothing. Just full black eyes that slithered its way into your soul, searching for a way to only create more trauma. His long, unshaven, thin face looked back in disgust at the scared little girl sitting in front of him at his mercy," Good, now tell me, what did I say?"
Each word he spat made the girl wince in fear, which didn't help with her constant shaking,"Y-you s-aid to b-b-beg."
The corners of his flaky dried lips tugged into a sinister grin. He got up hovering over the feeble body of the girl," Well then, what are you waiting for?"
The tears came streaming down her face now out of shame. Her body moved on its own at this familiar command, dragging itself to his feet, and bending down to gently brush her lips against his glossy boots. She kissed. And kissed. And kissed, pleading now and again to make him stop the torture.
After what seemed like hours, the man turned on his heels to the door that sat in the corner of the room. He took out his hand-held-radio from its spot on his belt and spoke,"Take her to the cells."
Two men shuffled inside and seized the limp girl by her arms and dragged her. The pain in her right leg pounded against her paper-like skin, like it had a heart beat of its own. She saw her torturer's ruffled blonde hair skid against the low door frame before he went out. It was too much. The throbbing, pounding, exploding pain darkened her vision until all that was left was black, again.
*Cough cough* Dust clung to her dry throat that entered through her gaping mouth. Her face was plastered to the ground in an odd position that she couldn't quite understand why. Her fingers curled around the powdery dirt as she tried to push herself up. The metal wire netting walls and dirt floor suggested that she was inside her holding cell. Her back arched back like a cat, and she turned herself over. Agonizing pain surged through her veins, tensing her aching muscles. Shrieks of torment escaped her lips, bouncing and echoing through the chamber. Tears rushed down her blood stained face when she forced herself to sit up against the rock wall behind her. A flood of relief and a sigh was let out in her simple accomplishment. The cool rock flowed into her lashed back, releasing her skin from the hot effects of the blood dripping down her spine.
After a few deep breaths, she reached her right arm around her left side to feel the injuries inflicted upon her back. She traced each gash with the light brush of her fingertips and brought her hand back, only to find a deep red liquid drip down her arm."It'll heal. It'll heal. It'll heal." She repeated these words to herself in hopes to convince her mind that the wounds will in fact heal over time. She leaned her head back on the wall and closed her eyes, trying to remember why she deserved this. This hell. The never ending beatings for no reason at all. Her head rolled down, chin resting on chest, inspecting her new injuries. She moaned to herself,"Okay, right foot facing the wrong way; that's broken. Let's see, black and blue legs, must be from the bruises- alright that's fine. Can't move left hand or fingers, that's not so good. Right arm isn't that bad to be honest, just bruising up and down triceps. My back is oozing blood from the whip wounds, but that will stop at one point, I hope. And...oh! Scraping feeling in my chest whenever I breath- must be a broken rib or two. But at least my face isn't swollen anymore. I've been through worse frankly." With a shaky hand, the girl used her fingers to draw a picture. A picture that resembled hope to a mind like hers. A picture that will never come true. She drew a rectangle, added two doors, windows, a light on top, and a sign that read POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX. Underneath she wrote the words TARDIS, only to remind herself exactly what the sketch was. A soft chuckle was heard from the girl's mouth, remembering all the times she drew that familiar box. It always made her friends puzzled and angry when she etched it on her homework and classwork, unable to see exactly how powerful that sign was. It drove armies crying to their home planets, evil back to their bark dungeons-all in fear of the Oncoming Storm. But that was all fiction. Science fiction that some random person in the late 1900's made up to broadcast worldwide for money. But it still gave her hope, fake, made-up hope, that one day she will escape.
The girl dozed off to only be snapped back into reality when two familiar guards, each in their usual clean uniforms, dragging a body by the arms and hauling it inside the cell next to hers. They both took the tips of their black glossy boots and jammed it in the solar plexus of the body(which was a man). The man gave a whimper of pain and curled himself up, trying to block out the world around him with no results.
The guards closed and locked the metal wire netting door to the cell," Nasty scum. You don't even deserve to live." They both walked away viciously laughing , as the aliens in their cells that lined the room gave them loathing stares.
The girl could only gaze from her sitting position as the broken form slowly uncurled itself from its own protective grasp and make its way towards the back rock wall, the same wall the girl rested against. The man crawled at an agonizingly slow pace, twitching and spazzing from electrical currents that occurred earlier that day. He curled his fingers around the spaces in the metal wiring of the wall and pulled himself up, so that he was sitting up. His breathing was quick and uneven, but as his body flushed away the remaining flow of electric power, he breathed bearably to calm his shaken nerves.
The man had dark brown hair that ran crazy on his head, with a thin body and face. The gray clothes that all prisoners were required to wear hung baggy and empty over the man's thin frame. The girl didn't notice anything special about him, just that he was another prisoner, until he just happened to turn his face to hers. The girl's eyes widened when recognition swept over the features of her face. The intimate face, hair, body, it was all too literal. And his eyes. Those dark cryptic orbs expressed years of indigenous knowledge and horrific experience. There was no mistake, the deep sorrow and blood bath that filled those eyes could only be owned by one person, and one person only; the Doctor.
So guys how was it?! Please write me reviews so that I can improve! Even negative comments will be taken seriously to the eyes of me, so write away okay? Hey that rhymed :)