Eve
Jonathan led me into the hole, my foot steps echoing around the stone walls as my bare feet made smacking noises against the wet floor. That and Jonathan's own footsteps were the only noises I could hear.
There were no guards around stomping up and down the metal walk way above. There were no whimpers from other girls trapped down here. There was nothing, just me and him; alone.
I didn't fight him as he took hold of my forearm and started dragging me along behind him. I didn't even drag my feet, I just walked. Everything was gone. It wasn't even me this was happening to.
My arm was suddenly pulled upwards causing pain to shoot across my ribs. Flashes of what had caused the damage to them ran though my mind, the guards, the warden; but mostly Jonathan.
It took me a second to get my breathing back under control. As I fought air into my body Jonathan clicked my lifted wrist into a handcuff hanging by chains from the metal walkways above. He easily caught hold of my other wrist and did the same to that one leaving me in the same position I had been hours before during the water torture.
Here I was again but I was sure that Jonathan would have something worse planned for me this time. He no longer needed me as a bargaining tool, so he could leave me in whatever state he wanted now.
My eyes fell on Jonathan uneasily as my mind ran though a list of things Jonathan could do to me now. I knew what Jonathan would do but I was trying to distract myself from thinking about it.
He'd stopped right in front of me, his toes inches from my bare ones. He looked down at me, his eyes searching mine. I didn't look away hoping that it was the right move. I just had to stay alive.
"Still fighting are we?" Jonathan sounded amused as he brought his hand up to my face and gently stroked my good cheek. He'd seen the fact that I had held his eye contact as a sign that I was still fighting him.
I wish I was still fighting him; but the truth was that I just didn't have the strength to. I hadn't had anything to eat or drink since the cocktail I'd had in the hotel bar and before that I had been running late for work and skipped on breakfast so I'd not really had anything for somewhere in the reign of two days.
I'd tried to work out how long I had been here but I couldn't. I just couldn't guess how long everything that had happened to me in my time here had taken. It felt like it had taken weeks, and really the reality was that it hadn't even been one yet.
I had no idea how I was going to be able to put up with actual weeks of torture. Yes I was strong and I never cracked, not under the hands of some of the most merciless men, but they needed information and they needed it fast.
This was completely different, this was the long game. I was no longer being tortured for information, but purely for the entertainment of Jonathan and his guards. That was what was about to become my every waking moment. A pawn used in whatever sick and twisted games they could come up with.
Jonathan slowly lowered his lips to mine. As first I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts of surviving long enough for Bossley and the girls to save me and bust me the hell out of here that I didn't notice his advances. It was only when his lips touched mine that I was brought back from my thoughts.
I jerked away from him unable to stop my body's natural response to his. I didn't want to be anywhere near him, but I feared what my latest move would cost me.
"Are you teasing me little girl?" Somehow Jonathan's voice sounded playful and I froze with fear, my heart thudding loudly in my chest as I wondered what I had done now to cause that tone.
All the mussels in my body were tense. The only thing I could hear was my heart, as it was rapidly beating in my chest, almost trying to fight its way out. I was sure that Jonathan could hear it too. It was too loud for him to not when there was only an inch or so between us.
You could have knocked me over with a feather when he turned and walk away from me. I watched his back cautiously as he took each step fully expecting him to turn around and announce that he was just giving me an ounce of hope just to tear it away again.
He had been heading straight for the door and even though I was trying not to get my hopes up they were completely dashed when he bypassed it. My heart sank. He wasn't going to leave me alone.
I watched his back as he fumbled around with something in front of him. I couldn't see what it was, but I was sure that I didn't want to know. Curiosity kept me watching him. He looked like he was looking for something amongst the pile of rubbish that was strewn over the desk.
Eventually he found what he was looking for. Something silver glinted from his hands. My mind immediately threw me back to earlier in the day when Jonathan had stood in front of me smirk across his face twiddling a gleaming knife in his hands.
I tried to bring my hand down to my face to hold the broken skin he had sliced open, but the cuff kept my hand securely in place above my head. Now that I thought of the injury with very little movement I could feel a layer of dried blood covering the wounds, my neck and where it had finally collected in the collar of my shirt.
I watched as he slouched over and slotted the key into the lock, which rested in the door on the front of the desk. I was surprised to see what was stored in there when he stood up holding two bottles of bottled water. He set one down on the desk and then unscrewed the top on the first one.
I watched him, my mouth feeling drier than ever as he greedily glugged down the contents of the bottle. He didn't need to watch me to see what effect he was having on me. I watched the water drain out of the bottle as he swallowed each drop. I licked my dry and cracking lips trying to bring moisture to them but my tongue was just as dry as my lips.
Once the bottle was empty he replaced the lid and set it alongside the full bottle. My eyes fell onto the full bottle of clear, cold water. I couldn't tear my eyes away from it.
"Aww, is the little girl thirsty?" He taunted me picking up the bottle and unscrewing the lid. He stepped closer to me all the time bringing the bottle up to his rough but wet lips.
He came to a halt just in front of me and at the same time he stopped bringing the bottle to his lips. My eyes were fixated on the bottle, what wouldn't I give to be able to quench my thirst.
Then slowly he started to lift the bottle again and I had to make myself ready to watch him drink it. I was stunned when the lips it reached weren't his but my own. The moment the water touched my lips I couldn't get enough. I gulped and gulped not wanting to waste a drop as he poured it into my mouth.
As I neared the end of the bottle my gulps got less frequent as my stomach started to complain at the amount of water that had been drunk so quickly.
"Come on drink it all up." Jonathan coached me. Abruptly I stopped drinking and tried to force the end of the bottle out of my mouth but Jonathan had been ready and he held the bottle tightly in place. His other hand kept my mouth open and my head tipped backwards, forcing me to drink the remainder of the water.
How stupid could I have been? Why would he suddenly show me kindness? I had no idea what was in the water, but I knew that something was. Just like I knew that whatever it was didn't bode well for me
A huge thank you to scrawn, Lex36, cavlik97 and Gem C for reviewing my last chapter :D scrawn - I live in England and one of the channels picked up the show and they played the full season including the last episode which went unaired in the US. Sorry I don't know where you can watch it online. Everywhere I've looked only had the seven episodes posted or only plays in the UK, does anyone else know? Thanks for reading, Lucy xx
