In Hell (part 1) and From HEll (part 2)

by cassiopeiamoon

What would you do if someone turns your life into a living Hell? WARNING : EXTREMELY MATURE CONTENT. DO NOT ENTER IF YOU ARE UNDER 18. CONTAINS GORE, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT, PERVERSIVE LANGUAGE AND MATURE THEMATIC ELEMENTS. NO HOT AND SPICY ROMANTIC STORY. ITS NOT 'JUST LEMON'... IT IS A 'BITTER LEMON' ... STORY INSPIRED FROM MANY TRUE EXPERIENCES.

3. Day 2 the morning

DAY 2 (MORNING)

Previous night, I had tried to fight my exhaustion- my sleep and stay wake. But every cell of my body betrayed me. Although I don't remember falling asleep, I remember every other detail. Those memories had been engraved in my mind.

To my greatest surprise, I found myself no more tied or blindfolded, when I woke up. It was a dark room, with no windows or doors. I had no idea, how they brought me here. Then I looked up and saw a hole of five feet diameter. It was covered by a wooden plank. There was no staircase and I wondered how they get down here. By this point of time, I had understood my shouting for help would be a futile effort. There was no way out. At least for now. I looked around and for the first time, I noticed where I was. Unsurprisingly, it was a basement but it was no usual basement. The room was filled with strange objects. I could not identify half of them. There were many boxes, jars and other metallic objects. I tried to stand up but my legs did nothing to support me. I wondered what kind of deformed psychopaths they were. If they even looked like humans?

I prayed, for it to be just a nightmare. My prayers were vain. I again tried to stand up. I wanted to explore the area – find a way out but I was too weak. I was starving. It had been almost two days since I ate or drank something. On top of that, I had been abused in the worst way possible. So, I just kept laying there. For the first time I noticed the bruises that covered my body. There were blue marks on my skin – around my arms and wrist, on my legs and I'm pretty sure on my back too (because my back was hurting a lot). I did not even want to think about my face. I could feel how swollen it was, without even touching it. My pain was not only confines to my body also to my soul.

I noticed my black half torn dress. I remember loving that dress very much. I love it as much as I loved myself ... and now both were torn and crushed. I loved it because It was the first gift that my boyfriend – my Edward gave me... And then I remembered something...the night of the party...the last night of my happiness.