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Just as she opened the door, the sky opened and rain pelted the ground. In seconds she was soaked through and though but she went further outside anyway.

I shoulda put on shoes, she thought as her feet hit the wet ground. The grass and mud squished between her toes but she trudged on. "Alia?" she called. She started walking further before she saw Alia walk towards her.

"Oh there you are, you silly puppy," she said the second before she felt a sharp pain on the back of her head and the world went black.

Chapter 10: Professor Goodtime's House of Fun

The smell of mold was the first thing that Kay's brain registered. She was yet to open her eyes but the rest of her senses were blaring full blast that she had to be in a basement. Where, she didn't know but her instincts said that her parents hadn't put her there. The second thing she noticed was the duct tape plastered to her mouth, which backed up her belief that this was not her parent's doing.

For a brief moment, panic flashed under her lids but unless her capture was intently watching them, they would be completely unaware that she was conscious. Hoping that her state of being would be useful to her advantage, she steadied her breathing and kept her eyes closed, all the while trying to listen for signs of life around her.

In the wall behind her, she could hear the rushing of water, making her believe that in whatever place she was, there was running water. And if there was running water, then the electricity must work, as well. Making sure she didn't move her body, she took her ears of the specific sounds and let them hear everything without zeroing down on any one thing. After a few minutes of listening, her ears picked up the sound of clanking on wood.

Whoever's got me is coming, she thought and then let her mind go at ease. It would be easier faking her unconsciousness if she wasn't focusing on it. The steps got closer to her and then they stopped all together. She could feel heavy breathing on her cheek, so she made her mind think of a blank wall, hoping it would help her steady her mind.

The breathing continued for a little longer as her capture was deciding whether or not to wake their sleeping captive. Thankfully, the breathing moved away and Kay could hear the steps fading back further away from her. When she heard a door close, she shifted slightly, now noticing that her hands were bound to something. She didn't try to yank them free; that would signal that she was aware of her situation, but instead she shifted another way.

Slowly, she moved her right foot, noting that it was tied to something as well. Great, tied to a chair or something of the sort. Fuck. Kay knew her breathing was rising to a higher tempo so she took a deep but soundless breath and let it out slowly. Then she took another and another and another until she was finally feeling the knot in her stomach work it's way out.

I feel like Wesley on that Angel episode where Faith tortures him. What were those 5 methods of torture again? Sharp, dull, loud, hot and cold, I think. I hope that this person doesn't know that.

For what seemed like hours, she held her eyes shut and waited for her fate. She kept her ears open, that way she could try to figure out where she was but her captor didn't seem to want to talk. Then, she felt the person start to get angry. It was like the person's anger and hatred rose from their body and started choking Kay. After feeling that, Kay decided it was better to wake up then face this person's wrath when they were doing the waking themselves.

When she opened her eyes, her nightmares came true. Even though in the back of her mind she knew who had her, she didn't want to admit it for fear of going crazy. But she could not escape it now. There, two feet in front of her, a disheveled Rebecca Dremner stood. She was in black clothes, but even then the dirt and sweat stains shown through. Her hair was heaved around her with no way of trying to control it. She looked, to Kay, like the perfect maniac.

"Wakey, wakey," she said, in an eerily pleasant voice. She held up a smile that seemed friendly to her, but was astonishingly frightening to Kay. "You're awake, my little dumpling. Want some breakfast?" Rebecca backed up and went up the stairs, leaving Kay to ponder her surroundings by herself.

As she could see, Kay was in a basement, like she had assumed. The walls were wooden, but rotted away in most spots, leaving the insulation showing. On her far left, the wood stairs ascended to the wood door and in front of them was a worktable. An assembly of tools were hung on the wall in front of the table, along with those scattered on it's top. She was close to the other wall of the basement, but when she stretched her head to the side, she could see that the wall was still a good two feet behind her.

The door opened again, and Kay threw her head back into the position that Rebecca left her in. She could see her black sneakers moving down the steps. Soon, Kay saw that she was carrying a tray with a bowl on it.

"Look, I made you cereal. You're favorite kind actually. Fruit Loops." Rebecca brought the tray over and set it on the floor. "Now, you can't eat them with duct tape on your mouth. Silly me, I'll just have to get that off."

WARNING: THERE IS VIOLENCE IN THE NEXT PART.

Realizing what the madwoman was going to do, Kay violently started shaking her head. This didn't bother Rebecca though as she walked closer to Kay. She put one of her legs on one side of Kay and another on the other and used her right hand to grab Kay by the throat. At once her thrashing stopped and all she could do was stare as the woman's other hand found it's way to the tape.

"This will just hurt a bit," she said just before curling the tips of her fingers under the tape and ripping it off in one jerk.

The pain was enormous, but in the back of her mind, Kay knew that this would be the fun part. Her throat uttered a guttural moan and she tried to raise her arms to her mouth. She could feel the blood dripping down to her chin, but there wasn't much; it started drying as soon as it started. When Rebecca had ripped the tape of, the adhesive brought the skin from her lips along with it, although, to Rebecca's dismay, it didn't take off much.

For a moment, disappointed ran through her eyes but she quickly recovered and her smile came back. "Oh, sorry. Well, lets see, before you can eat, you have to wash your hands. Hot is the way I like it. Let me get some water."

Recognition flashed through the woman's eyes, letting Kay know that she was thinking about the five different ways she would let her pay. But what Kay didn't know is that there were six and the last one was the worst of all. Fear.

Fear could paralyze the strongest of people and for torture it was a great weapon. Not knowing what was happening let Rebecca not have to worry about Kay running. The little whore was too busy trying to figure out what was going on with fear constantly getting in her way. She wouldn't try to escape quite yet.

Kay relaxed a bit on the chair and looked at her bindings. They were good, but she could tell where she could get free. It would take her a while, but it could work. The rope was tied higher in the arm than it should have been, leaving Kay's wrists and hands movable. Kay knew that Rebecca did that for a reason, although she didn't yet know what that reason was.

I think I'm going to find out in a second, though, she though as she remembered that Rebecca said her hands needed to be cleaned with hot water. If I'm going to do it, then I'd better do it now. Slowly, she worked her hands up and down on the chair, like she was weightlifting. Soon, an extra bit of space was opened up between her forearm and the rope, just enough to slide her hand out of. As she was sliding her hands along the chair, the door reopened and her world was shattered.

Now that Rebecca was back, she couldn't get away. Before she could have used the element of surprise and got out but now she was being watched. Maybe she won't hurt me too bad?

"Alright, I'm back," Rebecca said, holding a blue pot in her protected hands. The bottom of the pot was in a towel and she had on gloves to save her hands from the steaming pot. There was so much smoke billowing from the pot that Kay couldn't even clearly see her face.

As Rebecca got closer, Kay stiffened up. Even though she didn't realize it, her defensive maneuver helped her hide her secret rope space.

"Okay, washy wash, now," the lady said and her eyes and smile held an evil grin as she put the pot under Kay's right hand and started moving it upward. Kay's eyes widened as the steam hit her hand, causing it to redden.

Oh god, if that's what the steam does than… was all she thought before she let out a piercing scream as the boiling water hit her sensitive skin.

"Ugh…" Kay said, finally waking from passing out. Around ten minutes before Rebecca had soaked her feet in a new pot of boiling water and the pain had been so severe that her brain couldn't bare it and had shut down. When she opened her eyes, she saw Rebecca standing in front of her, looking very concerned.

"Oh, I thought you were dead, sweetie. Never do that again. I must teach you a lesson now. Trust me, it hurts me more than it hurts you." Unfortunately, Kay did not believe one word of this. Rebecca moved to the worktable and grabbed a leather strap hanging from a nail. She hit it against the table and what was heard was a loud THWAP!

Kay swallowed and prepared herself for the pain, although no amount of preparation would help her.

Rebecca had hit her more than two dozen times and with every stroke she felt like she could give up then and there. Some primal instinct in her mind kept her going and she sorely wished that it were not there.

"I don't think you've learned your lesson, dumpling," Rebecca said and hit her across the face with the back of her hand. While Rebecca looked weak, she was indeed quite strong as was apparent from sound of Kay's jaw breaking. She almost flew out of consciousness when Rebecca grabbed her chin and the pain soared through her body. Blood started pouring from her mouth and onto Rebecca's hand.

"You're bleeding on me! That's very rude. You must learn another lesson." With that, the woman turned around and went to what Kay referred to as Professor Goodtime's Table of Fun and searched around. Finally she came to an object and picked it up. It was a drill.

"This could useful," she said and revved it up, walking closer towards Kay.

Over dramatic? Well, you wouldn't see this on 7th Heaven and that's what I'm going for. Sorry if you didn't like it, I did. What will happen now? Review please cause I like getting them and it helps me write better things for Kay. I didn't really get a lot with the last update so poor Kay had to suffer. Will you let her suffer again? Lol, just kidding. But seriously…