Donna awoke in a cold room. Everything was spinning and her head hurt. There was a single bulb burning in the room and it was dim and flickering. She tried to move her arms and legs but realized she was shackled to the floor. The floor boards felt cold suddenly. Donna looked down and realized all she was wearing was her bra and panties which were black. She stared at the flickering bulb. It was almost mesmerizing. Her head throbbed painfully and she groaned softly as she tugged on the shackles on her wrists and ankles.
"Don't bother," someone whispered loudly." You can't escape." "Who are you and where am I?" asked Donna. "It doesn't matter who I am but if you must know, my name is Johnny and you are in a room," said the voice from a dark corner in the room. There was a footsteps and then Johnny stepped into the light. He was so terribly thin and pale. "Why....why..am I in my...um...underwear.....you won't do anything....please don't do..." she trailed off as his eyes narrowed. "Do you think I even want to touch you? You're disgusting to me. The human body secretes so much liquids. It's disgusting," Johnny explained. "If it makes you feel any better, I only took off the top layer of clothes so I could have access to more of your skin. Notice your er.....woman things are still covered. But this really isn't the time to make you feel better. In fact, it's the exact opposite. Oh my, I'm talking too much. Lets just get down to business."
Johnny stood over her and started fumbling with something on the ceiling. "I'm going to take you through many situations of horrible, mind-bending pain, starting from the least amount to, of course, the part where you die," Johnny giggled excitedly. Donna tugged at the chains with all her might. She whimpered as she saw Johnny work quickly with something above her. "Ok there we go, we're all set," Johnny said, smiling. "Please, I'm sorry for what I did!" she begged. Johnny's smile vanished and his eyes narrowed. Donna closed her eyes. She opened them when she felt his presence close to her skin. She watched him pull down a cord. He grabbed the skin next to the rib that was under her breast. It was hard to hold on to the skin because of how thin she was. She cried out as he pinched it hard and pulled a rusted hook under it. Her breathing had become loud and slow.
He pulled down a second cord. His face was impassive and he shoved another hook under the skin of another rib. "Oh god!" she screamed." It's ok. It's ok. I should just stop thinking about it." Tears streamed down her face as he shoved the third, fourth, fifth and sixth quickly into her ribs. When all 10 hooks were under her skin, he stopped and stared at his masterpiece. She was covered with blood where he had put the hooks in. "Ok so on a scale from 1 through 10, 10 being the worst, how was that?" asked Johnny. "Ten," Donna whispered tearfully. "Ten! Ten? How is that possible? That was supposed to be a 1! This is only the first level of pain!"exclaimed Johnny. Donna turned away from him. The pain had become bearable. "Ok well I'll be back in two days to see if the hooks have grown in and then I'll pull them out. That should be the next level of pain," Johnny said, standing up and walking away. She heard him leave the room. The tears came quickly and her body shook with sobs.
After what seemed like hours, she sighed and fell fast asleep.
More to come!!