Blood trickles. The blood trickles like drying honey. The only thought I can form besides how much it fucking hurts. It hurts to be alive. I don't know how long I've been here, or if I will survive. I don't think I will by the looks of it. My body aches of rest, for distraction,for anything other than this madness. Light trickles through the cracked door frame.
God I haven't seen light,no felt light, felt sunshine in so long. What I would give to feel anything but this dark nothing around. The impending thought rises to my attention more and more each day now. It rises from my cold, wet floor to my toes. It climbs up my legs, gripping my thighs and lurking up my spine; enveloping me whole.
I will die here.
I will die here not knowing what I died for , or whom I died at the murderous hands of. The last I remember is the smell of rain sinking into the earth. The dew christening the leaves; giving life to the living. Then this. Then nothing.
A distant sound captures my attention, an echoing sound of footsteps. Where are they heading? The sound gets clearer, and more defining .Closer.
They must be coming for me. I think.
Suddenly, the sliver of light from the door becomes wider, until the room floods with white.
I lift my shaking hands to cover my eyes because it hurts. God it hurts.
The footsteps come nearer to me. They've entered.
A man tall and muscular and a woman slender and beautiful, but her expressions are cold,and evil.
The man steps in front of the woman. My eyes are just beginning to focus on his rough features. His build seems to almost bulge from his clothes; the buttons on his dress shirt look as if the will pop off at any moment. The shirt is too small for him,which means they don't have access to many supplies. They probably can't be seen outside,then.
A hope, so small starts to rise in me.
Maybe someone's looking for me..
Then I scrap the whole idea. They killed everyone I love. My family.
My parents,my siblings,my friends in nursing school with me, even random people that I've barely spoken to maybe .
He grabs my face in his hand roughly and turns it up to him.
''A pretty face like you shouldn't be anywhere near those monsters...What a waste of a body..''He says licking his lips and walks around me to gaze at me lustfully from behind. I dare not turn my head to look at him in fear of a harsh slap.
The woman cackles and says,'' Oh no, this one is damned like the rest of us...she won't even tell us what we need to know.''
Her eyes flicker to mine.''You'll have to at some point, I mean you're as good as dead anyway.''
Swiftly, as if she is using super speed, she runs up to me and cups my throat with her hand and squeezes. My airways close instantaneously. I'm suffocating.
Whatever she is she's not human.
Then I realize who I'd be dying at the hands of.
Before I can think anything else, she drops me on the cold cement floor.
''Brutus.'' She calls the man forward as if he is her dog.
He gives me a hard blow to the side of my rib cage. I squeal in pain and try to move to the corner away from him. One of them is bound to be broken.
''You've been a bad girl, this is just what you deserve..'' He smiles sadistically down at me before sending another kick to shatter my left shin.
What have I done to deserve this? Something, I must have done something.
As I writhe in pain trying to clutch my leg, he pulls my right leg so that my bare spine skids across the ground back to the doorway.
I'm going to die here.
''Again.'' She commands as I am left to his vengeance.
His hand lands on my head roughly, and his grimy fingers clench on my hair.
Lifting me up from the ground, I grab at his hands to try to pry him off of me, but I am far too weak.
'' What do you want?!'' I finally scream as blood seeps from my mouth.
''Ahh, there it is...'' The woman practically prances over to me in excitement.
Brutus throws me at the cold wall with force. Then the wind is knocked out of me.
''Who is he?'' She asks smiling darkly.
''Who is who?''I manage to whisper back as I try to regain my breath.
''The vampire who you'll fuck..'' What?
''I don't know what you mean..'' I say bitterly towards her clutching my broken and bleeding body.
''Ohh, come on sweetheart, you really expect us to believe that? We've seen your future..''She says turning on her heels.
''I don't know who you're talking about, vampires don't exist.'' I reply sharply.
''Oh but we do, so what makes you think they don't..'' She says coldly, trying to tear at my mind for any preconceived notion that the supernatural is fake.
''I don't know.'' I state.
''You will, or you'll die here.'' She yells before telling Brutus to inflict more abuse.
''Do as you please.'' She motions to me talking to him.
And with that she leaves me alone with my tormentor, as he takes me without my consent night after night.
All I've ever seen is Brutus's rage. His small dress shirt. His cruelty. His unrelent to use my body how he pleases.
I don't fight him this time.I am far too weak, and in far to much pain. Maybe he'll clench my neck to hard this time, or maybe I'll make him angry to he snaps my neck. Maybe he'll kill me this time so I don't have to live another day of this.