Sorry that this chapter is so short, I know I needed to get it up today but I've been sorta busy so yeah. Enjoy.
I closed my eyes as another blow to my stomach fell, making my pull my knees up slightly, panting again.
"P-Please stop! I'll tell you what you want to know.." I knew it was weak of me, willing to give away information. Not that we had much information to give away. But all she did was smirk. That was all she did. Smirk, grin and smile. She never said anything. Not a word not a sound.
"Please.." I begged again weakly, she only twirled her umbrella and swung it back. I shut my eyes bracing for the hit. I knew it would hurt, I could already hear the air whistling as it flew towards me. I let out another groan, a tear escaping my eye. But I wasn't going to beg anymore. I was angry.
"Listen here you short bitch," My eyes turned from their scared sniveling lilac to the an angry burning ember. "You let me go or I swear to god when my team finds me and I get free, I WILL kill you. I swear to god, I will kill you." I muttered the last line with the deadliest whisper I could. With that, she showed the most emotion she had all night, she frowned, and that, that made me smile. But like that, her smile returned. But now, it was a cruel look, my brave outburst was slowly damping down, and suddenly I was scared again. She walked behind me and I started struggling, trying to turn around to see what she was doing. It didn't work. I heard the door open and something clanged, and then she was walking back inside the room and setting a rolled up linen fabric down on the metal table I saw previously and unlatched some velcro and unrolled it. Inside was a mix of knives, hammers and other scary devices. I started to struggle harder than I had before, not only was she going to torture me by bruising me past the point I should be bruised, she was going to cut me, she was going to break me. She pulled out what looked to be a boning knife and walked towards me slowly, putting each foot in front of the other as if she were walking on a trapeze. Then suddenly she was in front of me, and the knife was on my cheek. She slowly dragged it up and down, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to sting. I tried moving away but she put the other hand around my waist and steadied me.
"Don't move darling. You'll only make the injuries worse." She had a high voice, obnoxious, but at the moment that was at the back of my mind. I was so surprised by the fact that she had talked that I didn't notice her pointing the knife on my collarbone, I hitched my breath as she pressed the blade in and a droplet of blood exploded onto my skin. I looked into her eyes and spat at her face.
"D-do it you monster. Do it!" I was scared but I didn't want to show it, if I kept it hidden she might… I don't know go easy? It didn't make much sense but I didn't want to show any fear. She put the knife back in the hole she had made making me cringe, she dragged the knife up to my shoulder, the boning knife still cutting me the whole way, and shoved inwards. I screamed out as the long thin dagger pierced my skin cutting into the raw flesh and muscles. My vision darkened as the pain was to much for me, I verged on the edge of unconsciousness. I felt the knife slide out me me like it could a sheath, I groaned as blood poured from my open wound and she trailed the knife to the same spot on the left side, not cutting this skin this time but once again, it still hurt. Once she reached the spot she grinned and slammed her full force against me. I screamed and shook, only making the dagger wound worse as she never let go of it. Once again she pulled the knife out. I was panting, blood seeping out of both my wounds, falling freely like my tears. She skipped over to the table and set the blood soaked weapon down, I sobbed in horror it hurt so much, no cuts, no bruises had ever hurt so much. I had received worse cuts, but I had no adrenaline now. I looked back over at her and she had picked up a hook, the hook had a chain which led to a box. The box had some sort of dial on it, it was an electric generator. With the hook, she walked back over towards me spinning the hook in her hand like every weapon she brandished causing the chain to jingle. I couldn't make words form in my mouth, all I could do was shut my eyes and brace for whatever came next. I felt the large metal object slide through the first of my knife wounds. I shrieked out in horror and extreme pain. I opened my eyes noticing her walking towards the generator, she bent down and turned it a small amount to the right, I felt a shock shoot out from the wound and I yelped, it repeated every 3 seconds. After a few more moments of excruciating pain, I felt two hands wrap around me waist and rest above my ass, I felt warmth moving towards my neck and soon her face was pressed up to my ear.
"Does it hurt blondie?" She stepped back and I opened my eyes with tears streaming from them.
"Why are you doing t-this?" My voice cracked at the end of the sentence and she looked into my eyes.
"Because I own you." I shook my head,
"N-No you do-" She slapped me hard making my eyes water further.
"I own you. If I don't own you now, I will soon. I promise that." With that, she walked beside me, trailing her hands over my ass and opening the door behind me. A few moments later, it slammed shut and I finally allowed myself to weep openly, the hook sending a throbbing pulse through my shoulder every few seconds. It hurt. It hurt so badly. All I could do why cry and hope. Hope that my team would come find me soon. But even hope fades.