Chapter 15
Two big guards drag her from unconsciousness as they throw her into a dirty, grime filled room which suspiciously looks like a living room. The sofa mangled and dirty from lack of use and care, no backrest in site, lying forgotten to the occupant. Chairs over-turned and legs broken, cast away to the other side of the room, also forgotten to the occupant, and Darcy could only take one guess who it could have been. Her body is not fully awake as she lands in a sudden heap on the floor, her face slamming to the dirty floor, jarring her skull to start throbbing
"Ah, the girl awakens" a new voice filters through the room by hidden speakers, startling Darcy enough for her body to move. As she lifted her head, a broken mirror, smashed in the middle, reflected her appearance back at her, and Darcy soon wished she never looked. Her skin was pale, a ghostly white hue, her eyes were almost cold and glassy, like she was a china doll just staring ahead. Her black hair was still wet from the tank incident, meaning that not a lot of time had passed since it happened, and she looked like a half-drowned dog. Her fringe was no longer tickling across her forehead; it was pulled back from the water. Darcy had a moment of wanting to shove her fringe back to its original position, but the urge was forced back so her mother wouldn't see her hands shaking from fear
"My little girl's finally awake. Too bad you're father's not here to see you now" her mother's voice filters through the speakers, cold and dark in tone. Darcy bit down hard on her tongue to stop a scream of anger from spilling out
"He will come for me" Darcy whispered, her voice hoarse against her throat
"Anyway, you'll have some company soon" her mother spoke as hope blossomed inside Darcy's chest, hoping to god its her father, but suddenly fear grips her tightly at the thought. He can't be here; he can't see what her mother was doing to her
"Leave him alone!" Darcy screams against her raw throat, feeling like sandpaper as she speaks
"Its not who you hope it is, Darcy" her mother snarls as a door cracks open, and for a moment Darcy feels terror grip her tightly as two big guards, possibly the ones that dragged her inside the room, walked deeper into the room, a malicious smirk on their faces. Darcy could feel their anger and hate without really looking, it was clear on their faces, it leaks out of every pour of their bodies, infecting the air they breathe. They hate her, and through the hate, Darcy knew that they wanted to hurt her, just by the sheer look in their eyes
"I'll be back in an hour" her mother's voice crackles through the speakers as Darcy takes a deep breath to calm herself, but the sheer stench of their hate drowns Darcy. She tries to close her mind against what she knows is going to happen to her, but the fear keeps her mind completely focused
"Please, there's no need for this. I swear I won't hurt you, I-" before her sentence is finished, one of the guards move in a blur, and a red hot streak of agony explodes across her cheek. The vicious blow throws her head to the side, sending her staggering back into the wall. Darcy pressed herself into the cool wall, using it to hold herself up. Her concentration is a full focus so that her mind is closed off to the rest of the violence the men will throw at her, but the next blow sends her crashing to the floor, and another cracks a rib, the fiery pain nothing against the harsh blows to her face and temple. Darcy tries to look up at the two men, but another swing of their weapon sends her head smashing to the floor, a wave of dizziness threatens to send her into pitch blackness, but she holds on and desperately tries to lift herself from the floor. But a sickening crack in her left leg sends her collapsing back to the floor, a scream of pain echoing through the room as Darcy tries to curl herself into a ball, clutching her now broken leg and trying not to allow the tears to flow. Another blows cracks against her knuckles, forcing her to let go of her leg and cradle her left hand as it throbs in pain. A sickening laugh sounds near her ear as Darcy lurches back away from the two men, tears of pain and fear running down her face as she tries to open her eyes, to look into their faces and show she's not afraid. But she knows she can't do it, her mind closed against the pain she's feeling. There's another crack against her ribs, Darcy barely screams out but they don't like her lack of screaming against their torture. A large, sweaty hand grasps at her left arm, and Darcy thrashes against their hands, but a swinging motion makes Darcy shut her eyes as the object smashes against her temple, stunning her into submission only for a second as the black spots fade from her vision. Again she's thrashing against his hand, but it only earns her another crack at the same spot at her temple, her vision swimming and spinning from the blow. But the hand on her arm begins to pull her whole arms up backwards against her back, and the pain sends Darcy trying to go on her toes to stop the man pulling her arm more up her back, but it only seems to make the man pull harder onto her arm, making Darcy cry out in pain. He continues to pull on her arm, until a sickening pop at her shoulder makes Darcy scream out, her back arching against the man. She tries to pull away from the man, but the pain makes bile rise at her throat as white hot pain pounds at her shoulder. Tears leak out of her eyes as she feels her legs quaking, threatening to give way from under her, even her left leg that she can barely feel anymore because it had gone numb. Darcy feels herself wanting to desperately plead out for her mother to stop the torture, to express the pain even if it meant she wouldn't be in so much, but the urge is bitten back. She won't beg the men to let her go, to plead for them to let go of her arm, her dignity the only thing she could hold on to. But immense pressure is applied to her left leg, just exactly where its broken and Darcy screams out a single 'no' but its too late, and more pressure is applied. Darcy's whole body arches up against the pain, a single, loud, bellowing scream flowing from her mouth as the man just applies more and more pressure until it's too much for Darcy. The room blurs violently, spinning and tipping until blackness takes her, but she's jarred back to the present as more pain filters through her leg, making her scream once again, loud. The hands grasping around her arms to keep her upright tighten their grip on her forearms, but she had gone cold, the touch just something on her arms
"Sorry sweetie" her mother cooed sarcastically, her voice not intensified by the speakers
"Get away from me!" Darcy sneered angrily, hiding the pain in her voice, masking it with anger. Her knee was throbbing angrily, sending shooting pain coursing up her knee, but she bit back the pain, masking it from her eyes
"Oh Darcy, what would be the fun in that?" she cooed again, brushing her fingers across Darcy's cheek as she spoke the words, knocking off a few flakes of dried blood from Darcy's cheek as she did, making her flinch in pain. Her mother's eyes never left her grey ones, staring deeply into her eyes to watch Darcy break, but Darcy wouldn't show her anything
"Get lost" Darcy hissed, flicking her chin away from her mother's touch, her chin cold from the touch of her mother
"No, this way is so much more fun" her mother whispered seductively in Darcy's ear, but Darcy moved her ear away from her mother, trying to hide the flinch. But her mother's hand shot to her abdomen, slowly sliding her fingers down to her pocket and plunging her hand into her pocket. Darcy shouted out, thrashing around to get her mother's hand out of her pocket, but she managed to successfully pull out her phone, which had been forgotten since she got kidnapped. Darcy felt stupid as she watched her mum play with her phone, twirling it with her long fingers, her eyes watching Darcy as she tried to think about escaping. A dial tone rang in Darcy's ear, and her head snapped up to her mother as she held her phone to her ear with a loose grip, the phone almost falling out of her grip. A large smile spread across her face, but Darcy could only hear one side of the conversation
"Hello, sweetheart" her mother cooed down the phone, giving it a little wave with her other hand. She couldn't hear the other person on the phone, so she didn't know who she was talking to
"Please Mike, not need to swear like that about me, darling" her mother's tone changed drastically, a cold emotions cast on her face as Darcy watched the exchange between her father and her mother
"Stop" Darcy hissed to her mother, who only waved to Darcy, continuing to talk on the phone
"Oh sweetie! You sound sexy when you're mad" her mother cooed "and you can call me Caitlyn, you know that!" her mother's voice had turned to a squeak, but now her mother had said her real name, Darcy could use that against her
"Stop it Caitlyn!" Darcy shouted loudly as Caitlyn's eyes snapped to hers, green clashing with grey
"I didn't give you permission to speak" Caitlyn snarled, covering the mouth piece with her hand to stop the person who was listening through the other side of the phone
"I don't need permission to speak, you are not my mother! I refuse to acknowledge you as my motherly figure, you bitch!" Darcy screamed, thrashing around against their hands considering she couldn't feel their nails biting into her skin
"Shut up, your father wants to speak to you" Caitlyn hissed sharply, spittle hitting Darcy's cheek. The phone was thrust to her ear, the cold metal making her flinch slightly away for the moment before she leaned into the phone after hearing her fathers voice. His voice was desperate, pleading for her to answer, and Darcy was having a hard time trying not to cry
"D-Dad?" Darcy tried to not stutter as she spoke, but her voice betrayed her
"Are you okay? Has she hurt you!?" her dad asked frantically, the words almost coming out in a big rush, but not loud like she had expected. Instead it was more like a hushed whisper, like he was cupping his hand around the mouth piece to make his voice quiet. She could picture him doing that
"I'm okay dad" Darcy lied, but a guard moved, and suddenly a white hot piercing pain shot up from her knee, making Darcy cry out in pain loudly down the phone. Her scream continued as the man's grip tightened on her knee, and Darcy tried to kick out to the person, but they were not in kicking distance, and she just kept kicking. The grip on the phone was tight, and the glass was cracking underneath Caitlyn's grip as she got excited with her daughter in pain, but Darcy had thrown back her head with a scream of pain, and she could hear a voice yelling out her name frantically, and another person laughing for the torture to continue. But suddenly the grip loosened, the white hot pain still throbbing in her knee, but her screaming had only become small whimpers of pain
"Darcy! Darcy, please answer me!" her father screamed, almost sounding on the verge of tears as he screamed down the phone, but she couldn't answer him, she needed to bite her lip to stop herself from crying
"D-Dad" Darcy stuttered, holding in the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Her father's voice started to speak down the phone, but Caitlyn moved the phone from Darcy's ear before she got a full sentence
"Oh sweetie, why would I keep letting you talk to Darcy?" Caitlyn snorted, probably from a sarcastic remark her father gave her, but it didn't phase her in the slightest, instead she only looked bored, cleaning her nails on her shirt as she hummed in reply. Caitlyn rolled her eyes as Darcy heard her father's loud voice screaming down the phone, but there was a cheeky smile on her face as she swept her eyes over Darcy's figure. Darcy didn't move her eyes from Caitlyn's, but she could feel something warm running down her left leg, her jeans sticking to her knee uncomfortably
"I've got more in store for our little girl, dear" Caitlyn cooed gently, but Darcy couldn't help but flinch as Caitlyn's green eyes became cold, distant, only staring at Darcy
She was in deep trouble
Disclaimer: Well, I think you deserve this chapter, considering I still feel guilty about not updating earlier, and putting up other new stories! So, I hope people enjoy! Especially suckerforlovestory :P
