I'm woken with a sudden punch to the jaw. Still out of it from my last concussion, I can feel my mouth fill blood. I know from the strong taste of blood in my mouth and the excessive amount of blood that I've split the inside of my mouth open. Pain starts to form and I let out a strangled groan as I'm hit again.
The person is quick to leave the room but not shutting the large door. The door that I guess is suppose to stop me from leaving. I look down at my cloths to see that I'm still in what I wore the day I ran from Tris.
Leaning my head to the side, l spit out the blood that I've collected in my mouth on the floor. Groaning again as I sit back up straight in the chair that I'm currently bound to. Pulling against the ropes tied to my hand and feet. I look up to the room that I'm sitting in.
The room is dark and it's a little humid and the constant dripping of water rings through the room and the connecting hallway. Several lights are placed here and there giving minimal light. There is only a couple of places that I can't see at all, but most of it is a little clear enough for me to see if someone comes inside. I look to the hallway that connects to my room and wonder where the hell am I?
I look at my hands that lay almost lifeless in front of me. I move them a little to start to get some feeling, just to get them pulled by the restraints. I sigh as I see the amount of blood that covers them. Cuts are covering most of my finger tips and most parts of my hands, most of them are fresh. I can clearly see a rash starting to form where my wrist connects with the ropes. It doesn't hurt as much as it probably intended but I've gone through worse.
It might of been minutes or a couple of hours until I start to hear footsteps walking down the corridor. But what made those footsteps so interesting was how light they were. But it's soon broken with louder heavier footsteps. The lights seemed to dull down so I couldn't see as clearly as before. I'm now disappointed that I didn't pay more attention as the lights were on. My thoughts are broken as I continue to hear them walk. They seemed to be going down some thing, stairs maybe? I mean it would make sense if I was underground.
Listening to them walking, they are getting closer I know that for sure. But it's not really making me feel any better. None of them speak as they approach me. But soon I'm in front of three figures. I know to of them are males just from their size but I'm not sure about the third.
They walk closer until I can only see the third one clearly. When I do end up seeing who this is, I'm not really thrilled to see them again and certainly not like this. But again I'm rudely broken from my thoughts by the bitch talking. "Nice to see you again Four" Jeanine says in a peppy voice, she still carries that damn IPad.
"Jeanine" I spit her name as if it's the blood from before. I look up at her she's the only one in the light, the other two stand off to the side as we talk. "What do you want Jeanine?" I asked, clearly annoyed by her kidnapping me. ''Well for starters you disobeyed me and ran off with your little criminal friends. Then you went on to continue to steal things" I huff is she serious.
"Well I'm sorry if that's how they make a living, I can't change that" I continue to stare daggers at her as she start to pace in front of me. "Look Four, I tried to be nice to you but you still wouldn't comply for even one of my most simplest tasks, so now we have resulted to this" she finishes and nods to one of the men sanding next to me.
Before I can even react, I'm hit in the face. I let out a groan as I'm hit again. Breathing heavily to try and subside the pain but it doesn't work before I'm hit again. I look up at Jeanine one last time before she speaks "Look Four I can tell you tried but now you have no choice but to comply with my requests, so the quicker you learn the faster you don't have to deal with the pain"
That was the last thing she said before she starts to walk out the door. The door soon shutting behind her and I'm left with the two guys from earlier. Once the last click from the door is heard they start. One of them launches their fist straight into my jaw and I let out a groan. But the first punch is only followed my more punches. The men spare no mercy on me as they beat me. But the only thing I remember is the distinct smell of sage and lemongrass...