Chapter 5- A Torturous Existence.
A/N: Heyyyyyyyy I know I took forever to post this, but I have exams coming up and I'm suuuuuuuuuuuper busy. I've been writing chapters by hand in class, and then later transferring them to my computer so this is a long pcess for me. I have the next two chapters of my other fic, A Very Starkid Vacay, written, just not transferred, so those should be up as soon as I can find the time. Again so sorry about the wait, but here's another Lauren chapter!
Lauren woke to the sound of a metal dish clattering on the floor. the figure stood over her and kicked the dish at her. The edge of the dish hit her and left a small cut just above her eyebrow. When she whimpered in pain, the figure pointed to the disgusting slop in the dish. "Eat up, thats your food for the week, if you're lucky, you might get some more in a few days." All of a sudden Lauren was aware of the sharp pain in her stomach. She had no idea how long she had been here, but she did know that she hadn't eaten since before her arrival. But whatever brown mush was in the dish was not in anyway appetizing to her. She turned her head away from the foul smell, then pushed herself up into a sitting position against the wall. "Not hungry? Hmm, well that's fine, this is all you get for the week, you'll come around eventually." The person knelt down to Lauren's level, and she could see their cold blue eyes. For a second, she almost thought she recognized the eyes, but the flash of recognition was gone in a split second. She didn't know what made her do it, but all of a sudden, she spit in her captor's face. It didn't get through to their face, but it had made them significantly more angry. "Let. Me. Go." Lauren spoke slowly, with more intensity and anger than she ever had felt in her life. The person just laughed, which made Lauren want to punch them in the face even more. She struggled against the chains to no avail. "Oh don't even try." They said, but Lauren kept fighting. Her captor rushed over and slapped Lauren across the face, she slumped over against the wall, cheek stinging. "You'd better listen to me when I'm talking." The figure then grabbed Lauren by her hair and held her up against the wall. She squirmed and tried to escape their grip, but she was only hurting herself more. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and even though she couldn't see the face behind the mask, she could have sworn that they were smiling at her pain. "What do you want!" She screamed, desperate. Her captor threw her down against the wall and slapped her again. "I want a lot of things," they said, standing up straight. They walked over to the table and looked over it, searching for the proper device. "Seeing you suffer was first on my list, and now that wish is coming true!" They let out a sinister laugh that made Lauren shiver. "I want Meredith and Brian both crushed, almost beyond repair, so that I can swoop in and save the day! I want Jamie driven completely to insanity! And my favorite thing that I want, I want Joe to suffer this heartbreak forever, and see how it feels to lose what matters most to you in this world. There's so much more that I want, but i don't want to bore you with that. We need to get down to business." They turned around, holding a long menacing looking spiked whip. Lauren whimpered and pressed her back against the wall. "Please, don't" her voice was high and quiet with fear. Her captor just walked closer slowly and laughed. "Alright little Lolo, where should we start?" They grabbed her chin, and tilted it upwards, so that she could look right into those menacing, familiar eyes. They threw her down onto her stomach and then lifted the whip. Lauren screamed in agony as the whip was brought down on her back numerous times. Her shirt was ripped and soaked with blood already. Tears streamed down her face, and with every strike of the whip, she let out a small cry of agony. The pain only got worse and worse and her captor seemed to be enjoying themselves. "Please! No more!" Lauren yelled with her little strength. And to her surprise, the person stopped. "Awww, am I hurting little Lauren?" They said in a mocking way. "I guess we'll just have to try something else. The person dragged the whip across her cheek, leaving a trail of blood as she whimpered in pain. They then grabbed something else off the table and put the bloody whip down. She held up a small key. The key was about the size of Lauren's index finger. it was old and rusty, just like the chains digging into her wrists. "This is the key to those chains around your wrists. If you can get it, then you can take those nasty chains off." They smirked. "But you'll never get it." They dropped the key in the far corner of the room, before walking to the door. But they stopped suddenly and turned. "Wow, its only been three days! Think of all the fun we still can have together!" And with that they ducked out the door. Lauren struggled against the chains, she pulled as close as she could to the key, but she was not even close. Tears stung at her eyes, she wished that this was all some horrible, twisted nightmare. She tried pinching herself, but nothing happened. She curled into a ball and looked at the food dish lying on the floor. "Three days," she said to herself, "I haven't eaten in three days." She tried to decide whether or not it was worth it to eat the food. She dragged herself over to the dish and looked at the slop inside. it looked awful, but she sighed and bent over, taking a small bite. She didn't know what the hell it could be, but it was horrible. She gagged, but eventually swallowed it down. She didn't know if she could eat anymore. So she went back to lying in a ball on the floor and slowly she drifted off.
She was sitting on the couch, drinking hot chocolate with Jamie, and they were watching a christmas movie. They had just put up the tree and were letting it fall before they decorated it. They were watching their favorite movie, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Lauren ate a marshmallow from her mug and smiled. Marshmallows were one of her favorite foods. They sat next to each other, enjoying the movie, when there was a knock on the door. Lauren got up and opened it. Standing there, holding a candy cane and a small bouquet of red and white roses, was Joe Walker. "Joe" She said, and he just smiled. "Hey Lo." he sounded nervous. "Umm... I really didn't think this through, I just came by to tell you that you don't know hold long i've loved you. I've loved you since the day we met. And, well, what I'm trying to say is, uhh, would you maybe want to go on a date with me sometime?" After he finished, he smiled a little and held out the flowers and candy cane. She smiled. "I would love to go on a date with you!" She leaned in and kissed him and it was the happiest moment of her life. As she pulled away, Joe looked down in horror. She followed his gaze to a pool of blood forming on his shirt surrounding the tip of a blade sticking out of his stomach. She screamed and grabbed Joe, supporting him, as he collapsed to the ground. She held him in her arms, and watched as the life drained from his eyes. She cried and buried her face in his chest, sobbing. She looked up and saw his killer standing in the doorway. That horrible thing, it wasn't even a person, it was the one who had kidnapped her. The one who had tortured her and done unspeakable things to her. She screamed at them, she got up and ran over to them, but when she went to hit them, her fists just passed through their body, as if they were a ghost. She screamed and yelled, but the sounds were caught in her throat. She sunk to the ground and cried, her body wracked with sobs. She looked around and she saw that her apartment, her life, and everything she knew was melting away. But she was frozen in time, screams stuck in her throat, movements stopped before they could be carried out. Suddenly her entire body jerked forward without warning and she was back in hell. "Great, out of one nightmare, and into another." She sighed. Her entire body was covered in sweat and her ankle was throbbing. She was pretty sure that she had kicked a wall in her sleep. She was a mess of sweat and tears. She wished that she could just drop dead when she saw the figure appear in the doorway once again, and she heard that sickening laugh.