Hellbound

Chapter 5: Silence Wounds.

Every inch of Jessie's mind and body were screaming at her to wake up and move. She woke up all right, but the moving part wasn't so easy. She couldn't move at all. She guessed after Reese had knocked her out, she gave Jessie an injection or something.

Jessie felt like she was sitting in a freezer. It was freezing in the room, so cold that she could see her own breaths.

Jessie looked around the room she was in. It appeared to be a living room of a mansion. It looked as though no one lived there for years because of the thick layers of dust and cobwebs. Jessie was leaning against a wall with chains locked on around her ankles and wrists that connected up to the wall. The chains gave her enough leeway to stand up and lean against the wall. Directly opposite her was a large open fireplace that was full of dust and cobwebs and to the right there was a big, frosty, snow-covered window, partly covered by ripped purple curtains. To her left there was a big oak door that sat open and allowed viewing into a little part of the hallway. The floor was made of a polished timber, but the polish was hardly noticeable because of the dust build-up. The ceiling was high and a chandelier covered in cobwebs hung in the middle of it. The room was topped off with some paintings as decoration.

Jessie had no idea where she was but she was more worried about Hiltz, Reese and their organoids or whether Raven will come back for her.

About an hour later, Jessie could almost move normally again. She still felt sleepy but that was no big deal.

Jessie heard echoing footsteps heading up the hallway and towards the room she was in. She started to panic. What if it was Hiltz? He would most likely be coming to see her. Jessie was terrified of this guy because he had tortured her when she was young. Him and his gang had kidnapped her from her village and tortured her for three days before she managed to escape. By that time, all the people in the village had gone searching for her. When she got back she had lied and said she got lost in the forest. She didn't know why she lied but she did and never told anyone about it except Raven. The footsteps clicked closer and finally they emerged. To Jessie's horror, it was Hiltz.

She watched him stand in the doorway with his hand rest just above his head on the frame. Jessie let off a little squeak of terror. She hoped he wouldn't come any closer, but she was wrong. She felt vulnerable to him because she couldn't move. She felt helpless… just like last time.

Hiltz walked over to her and crouched down in front of her. Jessie was shaking in fear, trying to move away from him. This was pointless, partly because she was temporality paralysed, partly because there was a wall behind her.

"What's your name?" He asked gently, as though he was trying to calm her. That only made her even more scared of him.

She didn't answer him; she was too scared to say anything.

"I know you can talk, the drug we gave you doesn't effect your speech and you'll be able to move in about twenty minutes," He said just as gently.

Hiltz held her chin in the palm of his hand so he forced her to look at him. She couldn't look away from him and she didn't want to close her eyes in case he did something.

"Raven has great taste, you're cute. But it's too bad that you probably wont live through this. Such beauty gone to waste," He said.

He ran the back of his hand down the side of her face then stood up and walked out of the room.

It wasn't until an hour that Hiltz came back. By then, the drugs had worn off and she could move properly again.

This time, he had his Red organoid with him. Even though Jessie was scared to death of organoids, this one was warm and fuzzy; it almost looked inviting impaired to Hiltz.

The organoid stood at the door, while Hiltz walked over. He did the same thing as last time; he crouched down in front of her and asked her name. And once again she didn't answer him but she was a bit more lively this time.

"What's your name?" he repeated, getting annoyed that he had to repeat himself.

She just stared into his eyes fearfully. Hiltz sighed and stood up. He grabbed Jessie by the front of the shirt and pulled her to her feet. She was very shaky because she hadn't stood up for at least twelve hours. Hiltz pinned her between himself and the wall so that she couldn't move anywhere. He pinned her hands to the wall on either side of her head and pressed his lips against hers.

She tried to push him away but he just pressed his lips on hers harder. As he was doing this, he felt bumps on her wrists. He stopped kissing her and looked at them. He counted the deep scars. One horizontally across the bottoms of her wrists, two running diagonally parallel above the first one, another two running parallel leaning the other way, a cross just below the inside of her elbow and five zigzagging up to her shoulders.

Hiltz blinked. It was his trademark. He stared up at her; that's why she was so petrified. He did this to her. Hiltz looked at it again. But it wasn't quite finished. Then he remembered she was the one that got away. Her name was Jessie. She came from Bryce Town, a little town near Blackshaw military base, which was destroyed by Raven not too long ago. Reese said he'd found her in the desert, Hiltz guessed that she got away from the town before it was blown up then lost all memory of it.

Well you're quite the little escaper, aren't you? Hiltz said in his head as he watched her.

She looked so cold that she was about to turn into an iceblock. Hyperthermia lingered just around the corner.

Hiltz decided he was going to finish the job he'd started on her and if Raven got back within three days and wanted her back, he wouldn't kill her. But otherwise…she was as dead as the dinosaurs.

He searched his pocket for something. It was the key to unlock the locks that where around her ankles and wrists. When she was free from the chains, Hiltz grabbed her around the waist and put her over his shoulder. She thrashed about madly, never making a sound but it did no use. He walked along a wide hallway and up three flights of stairs then down another hallway. Through the struggle Jessie managed a glance into a room they passed walking down the hallway. Across the room she sew a blue-haired girl sitting at the end of the table. She looked around twenty-three, twenty-four years old and she was wearing a blue shirt and pants. As they passed, she looked up for a second to watch them pass.

Hiltz took her to what was like a wide balcony inside that looked down onto a huge hall. It would have all looked so beautiful, if it weren't for the thick layer of dust that covered the floor. There was a wooden railing that ran along the edge and connected to a huge spiral staircase. If you walked over to the rails you could look down and there would be a ten-metre drop onto a wooden floor that was bigger than a tennis court.

He tied her hands behind her back and tied her hands to the rails so that she could sit down back not move any other way. Jessie hoped this balcony wouldn't give way while she was here because it was a long way to the ground.

Hiltz watched her for a couple of minutes; Jessie refused to look up at him so she looked at the ground instead. After a little while he walked back out of the room and was gone for about half an hour after that. Jessie sat there in silence, waiting for the man that would decide her fate.

"…And what are you going to do with them?" Jessie heard footsteps walking up the staircase.

"I'm going to finish a job I never finished," Hiltz answered the girls' question as their footsteps drew closer. "Where are Spectacular and Ambient?"

"I don't know, probably asleep somewhere," answered the girl, the footsteps stopped right outside the door.

"Well go get them then," Hiltz ordered.

The girl made her way back down the stairs and Hiltz walked into the room. This time he was carrying a black leather pouch that was folded in half. It looked old and tatty; Jessie thought she recognised it from somewhere.

Even though this room was warmer than the other one, Jessie was still freezing her ass off. Her teeth were chattering and she was shaking uncontrollably (she would have been able to control it, if she wasn't so scared).

Hiltz took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders to keep her from shaking. He crouched down in front of her and held her face in his hand.

"You're very quiet. You haven't made a single sound since you woke up," said Hiltz softly. He looked at her and noticed a bit of white material just showing from under her shirt. He pulled her shirt down enough to see what it was. Of course, it was the blood-soaked bandage that Raven had put on her a couple of days ago. Hiltz reached out to touch it but Jessie had a better idea.

"Ahhh!" Hiltz cried out as he yanked his hand away and held it. Jessie had bit him. She gave him the 'Death Glare' tried to move back.

Hiltz just laughed softly and stood up. "I've got something that will fix that," Hiltz said, smiling evilly and walked out the door.

Sigh you guys make me actually write this story instead of just writing something down and saying: "That's good enough". Anyway now we are getting into the groove of things. NO ONE SUGGESTS ANYTHING! I NEED SUGGESTIONS! God damn it! What's wrong with you peoples? (No offence heh). But c'mon here, my best friend asked me to marry her, AND IM A GIRL! Anyway… you leave me in my crazy world and let me go insanely insane (Like I'm not already…), and I'll keep writing your stories.

This chapter's quote: Today I'm dirty, and I want to be pretty, tomorrow I know I'm just dirt…-Marilyn Manson (The Nobodies).