Chapter Fourteen
She awoke to a dark empty room. It was inexplicably cold and the room smelled damp like an old dirty, wet towel. In every corner of the room there was a large patch of furry mold. Where am I? How do I get out?
Her eyes scanned the room. There weren't any windows. The only source of light was a small bulb dangling from the ceiling… and there was a door but there was only one. One way in. One way out. It was awfully quiet. Was she alone? Her hands were cuffed in front of her; the cuffs chained to the floor. She was propped up on her knees but she was alone. Knowing that it may not last, she took this opportunity to calm herself down a little, to get her breathing back to normal; or as much as it could being gagged and taped up… She closed her eyes.
Addison didn't know how long it had been but her knees no longer ached. The blood from her head has dried and her wrists were no longer throbbing from the tight cuffs. She had unconsciously started to get used to her fate… She didn't know how much more fight she had in her and she really didn't want to have to find out.
She started to drift off into sleep when the sound of a whip went off behind her. Terror filled her chest. The redhead hears the sound of the next whip before it reaches her skin. She screamed as the whip traced a line up her back. Her skin stung unbearably. She tried to hold back her screams as they hit her over and over again… wounds opening up on her previously unmarred skin. They beat her and they beat her until the darkness skirting the rim of her consciousness finally overtakes her again.