Chapter 2
The Stranger in Danger
I broke a couple more fingers on my way to a large, bright clearing at the end of a dark hallway.
There were two machines that looked exactly the same. The best way I can think to describe them is that thing at the end of football fields that Kelsey showed me, only instead of yellow, they were white, and they had chains on the top and bottom. They were also much smaller. One was smaller than the other.
I started thinking of Kelsey again.
I will not tell him, no matter what he does to me here. I thought determinedly.
Lokesh threw me into the room, and I landed on my back and my worst knee. I shouted out in pain, and Lokesh laughed.
He walked up and to me and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, and pulled a knife out of his inner coat pocket and pressed the flat side of the short blade to my cheek.
"I wonder what your blood would look like splattered all over this floor?" Lokesh snarled ominously.
I didn't say anything. I just stared back at him, as I always do.
He got frustrated, and threw me.
I crashed into the larger of the two machines. Lokesh grabbed me and lifted me with his magic, and he hooked me up to the chains on the weird white device.
I stared cruelly at him as the last cuffed chain clipped around my ankle. Curse his magic! I thought. I wasn't going to tell Lokesh anything.
"Now," he teased as he paced back and forth in front of me, swinging his knife around every time he turned. "We can do this, the easy way," he turned to me and walked up to me, and placed the blade under my eye and snarled, "Or the hard way."
Nervous, but strong, I spit in his face.
He growled and backed up, wiping the logy of his nose. "You fool!" he shouted. "I hate you!" And he ran up and slashed his knife ruthlessly right next to my left eye.
I was already beginning to heal, because the cut really wasn't that deep. Lokesh smiled wickedly as he saw my rapidly working skin.
He walked up to me and grabbed my chin and held it up so he could see my face work.
Amused, he slashed another mark in my forehead, which also began to heal quickly.
"I don't think you know what a favor I've done for you," he smiled.
I wrenched my head away, and looked at the wall.
"Dhiren, I will find out who she is eventually, so just make it easier on yourself and tell me who she is. I don't understand why you hate yourself so much!" he teased, and smiled again.
His smiled died as I shook my head vigorously. "I will never tell."
"At least you said something!" he snarled. Then he whispered, "Too bad it wasn't helpful."
My face was healed, and Lokesh walked over to his wall of tools, and picked up his spiked whip.
He shifted it from hand to hand and whispered, "Too bad, though, because this isn't for you. I have someone else. Someone I cursed, not too long ago. I'd say she's about, what's her name, ah, yes, Kelsey's age?" he smiled, and for a minute my face fell. Was Kelsey here?
"I thought a nice way to torture you, was to torture another." He smiled viciously, and he stormed of, wheeling the other white device after him.
It only took him a minute to wheel back a struggling young girl, who looked nealy nothing like Kelsey.
But she wasn't unappealing.
Ta-da! But, seriously, there is something wrong with my computer! A new POV will come into play next chapter! Can you guess who it is? Hm? ;)!
