Okay, here's the second chapter, sorry it's not very long. Again some strong language and some gory parts.
Chapter 2
I opened my eyes and remembered what had happened. Looking at my shoulder, I could see thick gunky blood, slowly oozing out of the wound. My thigh was on fire and my clothes stained with dark blood. My blood. I looked around me; it was dark, the air musty and the walls cold and stone. The bed was hard. I opened my mouth and screamed. No one came, I screamed again before realizing how stupid I was, I wasn't thinking straight. I started to breathe deep and slow, trying to calm down, I was almost thinking straight when a trap door above me opened. "I need to know" Catherine explained, "I need to know, then I can stop hurting you, just tell me" I turned my head to her "Know what?" I spat "I think you know what I want Cam, you just need to tell me and then this can stop, after all we are both sisters of Gillian" she mused. "You are no sister of Gillian's, you are a traitor and a disappointment and I wouldn't tell you anything," I moaned painfully as my arm shifted, pushing the bullet deeper into my bone. She laughed sympathetically "Oh Cammie, so brave, it doesn't get you far" she admitted pursing her lips. "Now just tell me the names," she growled pushing her arm against the wound in my shoulder.
I sobbed painfully; I had spent the whole summer researching for this information, how to bring the Circle down, and this was as far as I had got. As far as my father, but I shouldn't have made the same mistakes, I should have learnt, I was a failure and a disappointment to the Morgan family.
"Ok Cam, we'll do it the hard way," Catherine decided, a smile tugging at her lips "I must say Cameron it's much more fun the hard way" she laughed and produced a knife, I tried to get up and run, but she was stopping me. The blade pressed against my skin, gently stroking my wrist, running lines up and down, only just drawing blood. "Changed your mind yet?" she asked me, when I didn't answer, she slashed the knife across my wrist, rupturing a vein, I screamed as blood gushed over my wrists and onto the bed, she did it again, I choked tasting vomit in my throat, I coughed and threw up. I screamed again as she slashed the knife across my cheek "Really Cam, there's no point in screaming there's no one who cares to hear you" she remarked.
As if, I give a shit.
"Hmmm" she murmered "The knife is getting a little boring, just tell me and I'll stop" she whined mockingly, "I would rather die" I croaked. She rolled her eyes "You don't have to be so melodramatic Cam" she soothed "Why don't you shut up and just get on with what your doing it wont make a difference you silly bitch" I retorted watching the blood flow slow down and become thick and gloopy. It started to clot around the wound; I was impressed at how quickly it was starting to heal. "Oh Cam, did no one ever tell you 'sticks and stones'?" despite the fact my whole body was in agony and Catherine was torturing me I managed to roll my eyes.
She sighed and produced a gun from her holster. It was the same gun she had shot me with earlier; I started to try to back away, my leg burning in protest. "Where will you run Cam? You're in a basement, the only way out is up the ladder and you're not going to make it up there," she inquired softly. Her voice was so gentle and it only made me angrier, I slowly lifted my eyes up to look at her, opening my mouth and spat on her. I should have felt ashamed to do something so dirty, but the look of horror on Catherine's face was enough to make me feel pleased. I watched her raise the gun once again.
Again, the bullet rushed towards me, I watched it quite calmly until it hit my kneecap, it pounded through the bone, blasting it into pieces, and once again, I was bleeding, this time it hurt more than before, I let out a blood-curdling scream as the bullet lodged itself at the back of my knee. Catherine glared at me "If you won't cooperate with me then you will suffer Cameron, this wont stop until you give me the names." She barked. I sobbed in pain as she walked back towards the ladder, just before started to climb up it, she turned at fired the gun, this time at my foot. I howled in pain before feeling everything go dark and blurry once more. I welcomed it, anything was better than this world of agony and torture.
"Dad!" I called "Dad, wake up!" I was running towards him laughing, I had found him; he was alive. I cried joyfully as I knelt down to wake up from his sleep. "Dad" I whispered shaking him "It's me, it's Cam, wake up Dad" but he didn't stir, that's when I noticed the red gaping cut across his throat, "DADDY" I bawled hysterically as I touched his white, cold skin. "Daddy, wake up" I was knelt over him, my tears dripping onto his face. I sobbed as I stroked his hair "Daddy, I love you" I whispered softly.
"Cameron it's time to wake up" a voice called to me, pulling me back, I screamed and clung onto my dead father's shoulders as I was violently pulled back. I sobbed uncontrollably whispering "Daddy" over and over again.
I opened my eyes and saw a face in front of me; a man's face, a man I knew. Dr. Steve. I smiled in relief "Are you here to save me?" I asked shakily, thinking of the dream. He laughed delicately "No Cameron, I'm here to torture you, in the worst possible way I can, now isn't that fun?" he smiled appreciatively. I screamed and tried to run. "Now Cam, what's the fun in that? After all I only want to take you to see your father." I looked up at him my eyes wet with tears "My father is dead, the circle killed him" Dr Steve smiled again "Oh, I'm not so sure."
Sorry I couldn't think of anything else to put in this chapter, so it's not very long, but I hope to have the 3rd by the end of the week. Please review, I'd love your idea's and advice.