Chapter 9…. Sorry Jin…
BTW sorry about the short chapter but I thought for 'dramatic effect' it should be shorter. Enjoy!

Jins POV:

Huddled in the corner of the room,
Tapped inside this eternal doom,
My skin grows darker with every pound,
But still I sit without a sound,

My hair is matted to my face,
And chains secure me into place,
My hands are tied and my legs are bound,
But still I sit without a sound,

Tears from my eyes fall strong down my face,
Scars on my hands show unnatural grace,
My blood is pooled up on the ground,
But theragain I make no sound,

The shadow looms above me, tall and thin,
And there is nothing I can do to win,
It's at times like this that I have found,
The best thing to do is make no sound.

I focused on the words, trying not to make any noise as punches and kicks rained down on my body. Every time I felt the need to scream I breathed in quickly, stifling the noise. Max approached me, his fists clenched, and grasped my chin, turning my head to face him. "Are you ready to give in yet?" He asked, licking his pearly teeth hungrily.

I blinked once at him before answering, "No". I looked down and stared at my feet determinately, my hands and knees huddled to my body. Max seized my hair, yanking what was left of it as far out of my scalp as he could. I still let no noise leave my lips, just sat there, my knuckles growing white as I clenched them. I could tell from the veins popping in his hands and his jaw slackening that I was irritating Max. The point of this torture was to hurt the victim so much that they were begging for mercy, and I hadn't made a sound for over five hours. I began to draw circles on the floor, Max regarding me with curiosity as I did so.

Finally, after what felt like hours of silence, Max spoke. "You're never going to give in, are you?"

I said nothing, starting to repeatedly trace over a single line that I had drawn on the floor. "Maybe I should just… bite you now" He added, feeling my neck with one of his long, pale fingers. I didn't react, refusing to face him, still silent. Max grabbed my head abruptly, and yanked me to my feet, so that I was at his eye level. I still stared at the floor determinately, trying to evade eye contact, but Max protested. "Look at me!" He snarled, again grasping my face roughly. Finally I looked up, staring into his once-kindly eyes. The emotion they conveyed poured dread deep into the depths of my body, they were hungry, greedy, powerful, possessive. The mere sight of them made me want to run, to hide, to scream for help…

Max grinned wickedly, stroking my jaw mischievously; and began to walk round to the back of me. I felt his breath hit the back of my neck, and began to shiver uncontrollably, my walls wearing down to allow a whimper to leave my lips. Max chuckled, obviously savouring the sound, and tipped my head back, leaving the veins open to his approaching fangs. I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain, and felt my body stiffen up, as if someone had suddenly pressed pause on me. His fangs tickled my skin, and I prepared to say goodbye to my humanity, to Jin. I felt small trickles of blood fall down my neck and then….

Bang!

The door crashed open, leaving on the other side the sight of Ty and Quentin, with the others behind them, barging into the room. "Put him down!" Quentin commanded Max, pointing a sword at my chest. Max smirked and raised his hands into the air, dropping me unceremoniously to the floor as he did so. Sky grinned a friendly smile, and held out his hand to help me up. But I did not take it. I shrank back into the side of the room, my eyes darting around rapidly at the group. Sky exchanged a puzzled look with Ross and said, "Jin? It's us… Remember?" I looked at him and met his bewildered gaze. I then spoke in a monotone, dead voice.

"Who are you?"

Once again, sorry Jin...