Hey! Yes I'm back already ;). Hope you will like this. It's probably the shortest one of my chapters, but it's needed to get this story on the road again.
Let me know what you think! And thanks for the support! (And sorry if there are any mistakes, I wrote this with a lot of hours of missing sleep, but I just couldn't leave this alone.)
Jennifer was awake for little over an hour, or at least she thought it was that long. She couldn't really tell without any signs of daylight. When she woke up the first thing that hit her was the pain in her head. She didn't know what had caused the bump on her head, but it hurts like hell every time she moves around. Next up on the list of scary stuff at this point, was the chain she felt on her ankle. Whatever she did to get loose only caused a jolt of pain going though her head and her frustration level to raise at her futile attempts. What was she even thinking, trying to pull a chain loose that is obviously bolted to a wall somewhere. After that realization, panic had set in, it came out of nowhere and it hit her full on. She didn't know where she was or how she got there. And most importantly, she didn't know who had brought her here.
So now she was lying there, in a pitch black room on a bed with very itchy sheets, waiting for what was about to happen. The panic had settled in her stomach and felt heavy on her body. All kinds of scenario's flashed through her head and her imagination left no place for hope. She shouldn't have read all those book about murders and stuff. All she could think about was that this wasn't going to end well for her. She was so lost in her bad endings that she didn't hear the footsteps coming closer. As the door flew open and slammed against the door, she almost jumped into a sitting position. She regretted that move immediately as the biggest pain jolt went through her head. Groaning she took her head in her hands and hoped the pain would go away fast.
"Hello Jennifer," The cold voice made her look up to the man standing in the doorway. She hadn't even noticed that he had turned on the lights in the room. Her eyes needed some time to focus. The man just looked like someone you would pass by a million times without noticing him. And yet, she had the strange feeling that she had seen him before. "It's good to see you awake." He gave her what was supposed to be a genuine smile, but there was not emotion on his face or in his eyes. She felt a chill run down her spine at his voice and his appearance.
"Why am I here? Who are you?" She almost jumped at hearing her own voice. It was like it was from another person. Maybe she had been down here longer then she had thought. He tilted his head a little as he stared at her. She felt uncomfortable under his piercing eyes and wanted to melt away in the bed.
"You look a little like her." He suddenly whispered as he took a step closer.
"Who do I look like?" Jennifer asked with a little tremble in her voice. This was not good, according to her scenarios, this was almost the worst that could happen.
"That is for later." He said as he shook his head. "First things first." He said as he turned around and walked out of the room. She heard him taking some stuff and moving them around. When he entered again she saw he was carrying a plate with some sandwiches on and a glass of milk. "Eat. I will be back later." He put the plate and the glass down on the little table next to her and turned around to leave again.
"But I…" Whatever she was about to say died on her lips as the door was closed with force. She heard him putting some chains in place, as if she was ever going to get away being chained to the bed and all. She let out a defeated sigh and she ran a hand through her hair. Big mistake! Her head send out another signal of pain. As the pain flooded out of her body she glanced at the plate next to her. She wasn't hungry AT all. The panic had closed of her stomach, but on the other hand she knew that she needed to eat something. And maybe disobeying his order would make things worse. She reached for the plate and put it on her lap. She inspected the sandwich and saw that it was her childhood favorite: peanut butter and fluff. She took a sandwich of the plate and took a few bites. As she was chewing her food, she wondered about what was going to happen. And how she was going to get out of this mess.
As she swallowed the last pieces of her sandwich, she took the glass of milk and downed it in seconds. She hadn't realized that she was that thirsty. She put everything back on the table and laid back down on the bed. She felt stiffness settling in her joints. She wondered how she got like this as her mind wandered, her eyes started to flutter from time to time. As her breath evened out, she promised herself that she would get out of this.
Jane always liked headquarters when it was evening. There were no people running around, no telephones ringing and the best thing of all, no stupid comments from Crowe. She leaned back in her chair and looked around the room. They had just closed a case and she had to finish up the paperwork as soon as she could. God, she hated this part of her job. She was a detective and no secretary. But she had learned that it was part of her job and had grown to accept it to big relief of her supervisor at the time.
Her wandering eyes had stilled at her desk, more specific on the file lying on the bottom of the stack of paperwork on her desk. She let out a sad sigh. She knew what was in the file, but she still couldn't let it rest.
She sat back up in her chair and took out the file. Looking at it, she let the name that torments her dreams lately sink in. Olivia Harrington. She let her head rest in her hands as she gets lost in the case again. As she closes her eyes, she sees the body in front , she has seen the pictures so many times that she doesn't need them anymore to see all the cuts and bruises. She lifts up her head as the frustration fills every cell of her body. She wished she could've solved this case, it would give her some peace of mind. And maybe some of her nightmares would disappear.
She knew that attempting to do some paperwork would not work out tonight. As she put the file back under the papers, she hoped that no one would ever have to go through what happened to Olivia.
She woke up to the sound of chains being moved around at the door. She didn't have a clue how much time had went by, but she felt like her whole body was protesting her new rhythm. As the man opened the rest of the door, Jennifer pushed herself on a sitting position on the bed. She still felt a little throbbing in her head.
The man entered the room and let his gaze wander over the room. As his eyes met hers, she felt a shiver running down her spine. There was no show of emotion on his eyes.
"Get up." His voice made her want to crawl under the sheets and stay there. But she decided it was better if she did as he asked. She slid to side of the bed and stood up, she was hindered a little by the chain but managed to keep herself upright.
In two steps he was in front of her and connected his fist with her jaw. Her head snapped back and she had to take a step back from the force of the blow. Before she could recover a second blow made her head explode again. She felt warm liquid dripping from her temple and realized that he broke some skin with his first hit.
After another hit on her face, he changed direction and focused on upper body. She tried to protect her body, but he always found a way through her defense and made every hit count. After what felt like a dozen hits, she lost her footing and fell to the floor. She was in so much pain that she couldn't care anymore. Now she understood how people could zone out during a traumatic event.
Once she gave up defending herself the hits had stopped. As she felt arms lifting her up, she heard the man mutter some things under his breath but she was so out of it that she didn't really pay attention. He placed her back on the bed and walked away from her.
"I'm sorry, but you need to learn the ways of life." He said as he shut the door. As the chains were placed into their position, she closed her eyes and let herself breath again. She felt the throbbing of the blows all over her body. She couldn't do anything else but indulge in the pain that was consuming her. As she closed her eyes, she wondered why this was happening to her and how far this would go. She just hoped that I would soon be over, because she knew that she couldn't take this amount of pain for a long time.