Trigger Warning: Torture

Crack! "Shit!"

"There goes another rib.", Eloise thought, as she heard the sickening sound of her rib breaking. She could barely breathe, but still, a scream escaped her lips as the pain spread.

After Eloise had gotten in the car, a hood was placed over her head to make sure she couldn't see where she was going. She would be lying if she said she wasn't scared, she was terrified, but she would never let it show. If she did, she was sure it would only be worse.

She felt the car come to a stop and was told to get out. Someone grabbed her arm and pulled her in different directions. She could tell she was somewhere near the lake and by the woods, the smell of the water and the sound of different birds attacking her senses. If she could escape, she needed to find her way through the woods to the nearest road. That was her plan. To try to escape and find help. She knew she would probably only have one chance at it, so she made sure to take notice of every sound and smell that could help her achieve her goal.

Eloise could tell they were entering a room, the smell now being more musty and she could no longer hear the birds as clearly as before, after walking through what she could only imagine was a cabin or a house. Being pushed down on a chair, she felt the cold of metal cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and she kicked herself for not thinking of that before. "Of course they would cuff me. Why wouldn't they?", she thought.

A door screeched open and footsteps approached her from behind, before the hood was pulled from her head. It took a minute for her eyesight to adjust, but when it did, Elijah was standing in front of her, wearing a shit eating grin on his face. How she wished she could slap it right out of his mouth.

Eloise was expecting him to say something, but instead she felt his closed fist hitting her across her face, making her yelp in both surprise and pain. Looking back at him, she simply stared at him, not caring what he would do to her. Elijah smirked, but still didn't say anything.

Another punch and another after that, and soon Eloise was losing consciousness. This went on for what felt like hours to Eloise, and she was already having trouble opening her left eye, because of how swollen it was. This wasn't going to end well for her and she knew it.

At some point Eloise must've blacked out, because when she came to, she was alone in the room. She looked around as best she could and realized she was in a small room, with not a lot of light, just a spotlight standing across from her and pointed at the ceiling to provide some lighting to the room.

To her left was a metal table with something hidden under a large piece of cloth. She didn't wanna think what was under there. She kept looking around, dread filling her as she realized she had no escape possible. Not that with the cuffs she had any chance of escaping before, but still…

The door behind her opened and she heard footsteps approaching her again. Standing in front of her was Elijah, once more.

- "Are you gonna say anything, or are you just gonna keep hitting me?" - She asked him, trying to gain some time. For what, she didn't know.

- "The only words I want to hear from you, bitch, is you begging me for my forgiveness and for you to beg for your life." - Elijah answered, venom coating every word.

- "Yeah, thought so. Well, you might as well keep hitting me, because you'll never hear me say those words, dickhead."

She heard it before she felt it. The punch Elijah threw at her torso broke two ribs, the sound of them breaking hitting her ears before the pain spread through her body. She screamed, but she would never give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg.

- "It's that all you got? I thought you could do better than that. I guess you don't live up to your reputation after all, jackass."

Eloise knew this was probably really stupid, antagonizing him like that, but she had made up her mind. She knew she wasn't going to get out of there, at least not alive. So, if she was going to die, she might as well die swinging. If Elijah wanted to kill her, then he was going to have to hear her calling him every name she could think of in the moment.

Eloise watched him walk over to the metal table and pull the cloth to the side. What was under it made her shiver. There, laying on the table and glinting under the dim light of the room, was a row of objects that were meant to hurt her. He picked up a knife and walked over to her. "Shit, this is gonna hurt.", she thought as he approached.

- "AAAAAHHHHHHH!" - She screamed, after being cut for the hundredth time.

- "I have to give it to you, bitch. You're a lot tougher than I thought you would be." – Elijah said, throwing the knife on the table and picking up the cloth to clean the blood from his hands.

- "Tr-try growing up in my neighborhood and soon you'll learn t-to adapt." – Eloise answered, out of breath. She was in a lot of pain, blood covering her body and dripping to the floor.

Elijah had been cutting her arms and legs for what felt like forever. No questions, just cut after cut. In the beginning she managed to control the pain, not letting a sound leave her lips. But as time went by and the number of cuts increased, she found herself unable to keep it together any longer. That's when she started screaming.

He didn't seem fazed with her screams. Sometimes, he would even smile at her pain. He started with her arms, clearly avoiding any major arteries. One cut, then another. Then moved to her legs, again avoiding the arteries. Her clothes were soaked in blood but still she didn't give him what he wanted. He wanted to hear her plea for her life, to beg for his forgiveness, but she never did. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

She saw him move towards a bucket of water that had been sitting by her side. She had wondered what that was there for and it seemed like she was about to find out. She saw Elijah signal one of his men and she immediately felt her head being pulled back by her hair. A towel was thrown over her face and she knew what was about to happen. She tried taking a deep breath and then she felt the water hit her face.

She held her breath as long as she possibly could but eventually she needed air. That's when the water started entering her lungs. She felt herself drown and dread filled her body. "No, no, this is not how I'm gonna go. Please God. Not like this.", she thought, just before she felt the hand release her. She coughed out as much water as she could, bending over as far as she could.

- "Than-thanks. I was parched." – She said, amidst coughs and water leaving her lungs.

- "You will break eventually. They all do."

- "Yeah, maybe you're right. But I have one thing that they don't."

- "Really? And what that might be?"

- "I'm stubborn as hell and I don't give a crap. So go ahead. Do your worst. I'll never beg and plead for my life. You can kill me but I'll die knowing that you won't live much longer after that." – She had a smirk on her lips. She wasn't lying. She really didn't give a crap. Not anymore.

- "And why is that?"

- "Because when Jensen and his men find you, and they will find you, you're going to wish you had never been born." – She let out a laugh, which for some reason made him visibly uncomfortable.

Elijah walked over to the table and picked up a wooden board. Walking back to her, he grabbed her hand and straightened it out on the armrest of the chair. Swinging the board down, she felt it colliding with her fingers and them breaking. A scream left her lips. The pain was too intense. Combine that with everything that had been done to her and she was out cold.

She woke up a while later, all alone again in the small room. Her head hurt, she felt weak and in pain. She knew that if Jensen didn't find her soon, she wouldn't last much longer. She had lost too much blood. But even with that knowledge, she was comforted by the fact that she would be free of all the pain that she was in. She knew Jensen and his men would never stop searching for her. However, she feared what her death would do to him.

Suddenly, the door opened and in walks Elijah with two of his men. Only this time he seemed slightly worried. Giving out orders, she saw the men gearing up and taking post by the door, ready to shoot anyone that might come that way.

- "You're a little squirmish, aren't you Elijah? Scared of something?" – She asked, feeling lightheaded.

He didn't answer. He just looked at her and smirked. Grabbing the knife back from the table, he walked over to her, circling her as if he was a vulture and she was his dinner. She knew what was coming, she knew it was gonna hurt like hell but she still wasn't gonna let him win.

- "Any last words, bitch?"

- "Yeah. See you in hell, you son of a bitch." – And with that he plunged the knife in her legs, once each, hitting something important if the amount of blood that gushed was any indication, and throwing it away after the second stab.

Eloise screamed as loud as her lungs allowed her. She felt herself slip into unconsciousness and she knew this was it. This was how she was gonna die. She missed the scuffle at the end of the hallway, the sound of gunshots or the look of panic in Elijah's face.