I hear the iron door unlock. Time for my daily hell. I think. He walks in, looking horny. Well, shit. I never learned his name. So I just thought of him as Him/He. He grabs my arms and cuffs them in the chains I've grown used to wearing. The only reason I get any time out of them is so my arms don't fall off.
He smacks me across the face and… has his way with me and my womanhood. After, he grabs my left leg, or what's left. Barely any knee, and no lower leg to speak of. Pain spreads threw the surrounding area, making me want to scream. Remember the acid, this is nothing, I think in attempt to ease the pain.
At least they have the decency to let me know how long I've been here, painting a white line for each sunrise I've been held captive. He takes the tube of paint out and makes a mark. He then puts it back and smiles, saying, "Now the fun begins."
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That night
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Fresh tears stain my cheeks from today's torture. When will this end? A slight smell fills my nostrils, making me wonder. I haven't had a new smell in… a year, since I was kidnapped. It smells familiar… what is it? My eyes begin to sting, the smell gets stronger, the room gets hotter. Realisation dawns on me.
"Fire! FIRE!" I scream it until my voice goes raw. Smoke, billowing from the only crack in the room,the top of the door, I try in vain to pull my arms from the metal restraints. What's that thing they always did in TV shows? Oh, yeah. I put as much pressure on my thumb as I can, and scream in pain; my thumb is successfully dislocated.
I slip my hand out and do the same to my other hand. Crippled, I scoot my way over to the door and grab the handle with the heals of my hands. It turns, but does it open? It opens! I push myself into the hall and look in both directions. The smoke is coming from the right, so the logical thing is to go left. I go right.
I know, I'm an idiot, but so would you, if you were me. I follow the black cloud of smoke until I find a gaping hole. Damn it. There were the stairs. Just then, there is a groan and a crack, and the floor gives out. I grab for anything and clamp onto the first thing my fingers touch, which just happens to be a metal pipe, hot from the flame. Still, I reach up with my other hand and grab on. Under the weight of my body, it shutters and gives.
My stomach drops as I fall into a pool of the rising wall of flames. Well, at least I'll end freely. I think. Suddenly, I land on a piece of cool metal, bruising my entire right side. The metallic podium curls slightly around me and pulls back, into the cold air of night, biting my nude body.
"Jesus," A male voice says, "Dani, get over here! Now!" The metal puts me down on a stretcher, and I'm covered with a blanket and rushed into an ambulance. A girl is in there with me, asking me questions, trying to keep me conscious.
"Okay hon, what's you're name?" She smiles and asks me, putting my hands in casts.
"L-lillian." I choke out.
"Lillian, were getting you to a hospital, just hold on." She states as I can no longer stay awake.
