Hello everyone...WELL. um I have some news for you: First of all, after this chapter, the rating of this will go up to M for Mature Audiences because there is lot of blood, gore and yes, sexual abuse, however!! I will not kill any main characters -the whole point of this story is for Roy and Riza to learn how much they truly love each other!
Now, having said that, let me just tell you what kind of story you're getting yourself into -think of Silence of the Lambs, Hostel (the first movie) and the Saw series combined. That's what the next couple chapters are gunna be like so...you've been warned.

but I promise, it'll end bittersweet and I'm sure you'll love the romance later on...

ANYWAY, enough of my babbling on and on -enjoy this short, suspenseful chapter ;)


Drip…drip.
Drip, drip…drip.
Drip…drip.
Drip, drip…drip.

Riza opened her eyes but quickly realized her vision was obstructed. Her eyes were blindfolded by some soft of black plastic…

Her feet were shackled to a chair on which she sat and when she tried to move her hands to remove the blindfold, an immense pain ripped through her wrists' bones. It felt as if her both her arms were staked down…

"Ahhhhh!" She screamed.

"Ahh…ahh. Ah." Riza could feel her face grow hot with sweat and the pain last for long, grueling minutes. Her entire body felt weak and disoriented. Tears matted her sunked eyelashes as she felt blood pour over her fingers.

Riza's back hurt. Her head throbbed.

What happened…? She thought suddenly…a vision erupted! She saw the familiar shadow that overcast her own –the immense pain that followed after. Her blackout from before…

Her body twitched and when she tried to move, shackles held her down.

Drip…drip.
Drip, drip…drip.
Drip…drip.
Drip, drip…drip.

All her senses seemed dulled except her hearing…In this dark place, well she assumed it was dark, she could only hear patter of rats. Riza could hardly control her anxiety and every once in awhile she hiccupped. She tried moving again but the throbbing pain reverberated through her body like electricity.

Her blindfold shifted downward, sliding loosely on her nose and she took this opportune moment to try and tear off the fold with her tongue. She nipped her tongue out of the security of her lips and grasped the fold. Little by little she licked it down until her teeth were able chew it off….

Riza looked down at her arm and noticed a single nail pierced through her each of her wrists (including her bones) and out the other side of the chair's arm. Her feet were handcuffed to the chair's legs.

Everything came to her as a blur but she kept trying to decipher everything around her and she noticed something dangling not too far from her. It hung motionless and something dripped from it…

Drip…drip.
Drip, drip…drip.
Drip…drip.
Drip, drip…drip.

Riza's eyesight finally came to her again. It wasn't at all dark, in fact, it was quiet bright, however, the place was humid, molded, and dirty and she could even hear the buzzing of flies all around her. There tables near her and upon then lay an array of surgical tools, dental tools, drills, knives, and various needles…

She shivered as she tried to focus on what it was that dangled beside her. It resembled that of a beast. It's four limbs were held by a strings that cut into it's flesh and the way it's body was twisted and broken it looked mangled and victimized by some horrible death…

Riza realized what dangled near her… It was a girl! Riza's eyes widened and she started to hyperventilate.

"Oh my –Ahh!" Riza screamed. She kept screaming until her voice turned coarse and burned her throat. It was all she could do to keep her sanity from slipping away from her.

No, no…Riza contemplated in broken thoughts and shook violently, trying to push her suspended body (mentally of course) as far away from her as she could. Her eyes couldn't stop flickering from the floor to the ceiling. She was too contained she thought. Riza felt as if she was drowing and she started to freak herself out –I don't want to die like this! I don't want to die like her!

For the first time in Riza's life, she could admit to herself with hesitation that she was scared. Terrified.

Riza stared at the girl and watched the occasional visitation of flies. From what From what Riza could tell was that on the girl's was a light brush of freckles covering her nose and cheeks. Her blond hair was soft and…and… Blood poured in droplets from the matted and torn scalp –it trickled in a perfect stream and collected around the opening of the girl's lips until…

Drip…drip.
Drip, drip…drip.
Drip…drip.
Drip, drip…drip..

It was the little girl, Lindsey, who came for Mr. Wischire's tutoring…


sorry for any minimal grammar errors