Chapter 7

Was that all you got boy?

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A fuming angry Craig dragged me along the hallway through different passages taking me deeper in the underground. I stumbled a couple of times but it didn't make him stop even just a single step. I didn't dare fight back. I just couldn't make the effort. I was still in shock with what I did: killing Marshall, stabbing him to death. Even my hands were still shaking from the horrid memory.

I am truly a monster.

The image of the limped body of Marshall kept creeping through my brain. One of the nightmares that would be forever etched in the crevices of my subconscious. But I couldn't fathom one thing though, I didn't feel anything about killing him, Marshall. It was as if...as if I almost enjoyed it. I am actually happy that I killed him. And it was torturing me to insanity.

Along the way, Craig took out something from his pocket, a black flip phone. He dialed numbers and then put it in his ears. "It's Red Fox, the bitch killed Marshall! Yes got it...no...okay...The black room it is...bye." He hanged up, pocketed the phone and continued dragging me.

"Inside bitch!" he shouted as he pushed me inside a dark room. He didn't wait for me to react. He closed the door as soon as I fell face first on the concrete.

I sat up and leaned on the nearest wall my hand could reach.The room was too dark, not a single light penetrated inside. I couldn't see a thing, not even my hands when I held them up on my face. It was also too quiet that ringing sound tormented my ears.

The smell of urine and human wastes circled the room, air seems to be scarce too. I forced myself not to gag and held my breath inside my chest until I could no more. I didn't even bother to cover my nose. I welcomed the smell like they were fresh flowers on the first day of spring.

Then I tried closing my eyes but open them as soon as flashes of dead bodies greeted me along with the addition of Marshall's. I cried for everything I did and pounded my hands on an invisible wall. I hated myself, of what I become. I didn't know that I was signing myself to hell. If only I could go back to that bloody club, I would have. But sadly it wasn't a movie or a game it was real life and I fucked up. I fucked my life!

I didn't know for how much long I've stayed there, it felt like an eternity. It was gruelling hours before the door opened. Two men entered the room, one of them held a blinding light to my face. I couldn't make out their features. The other man took the light away. He grabbed my arm compelling me to stand. He walked me to a corner where a rusted metal chair was positioned. At its foot were blackened debris that I suspected to be the source of the fowl odor. The sight of the chair made my skin crawl; I struggled away from the man. He whistled to beckon for his comrade and straightaway they restrained me.

"No. No!" I managed to stammer. "Get the fuck away from me!" I kicked through the air. The two men were too strong for me to handle. But I didn't back down I continued clawing for my escape.

The two managed to sit me down. They bounded my arms and legs to the chair.

"Goddamit! You bastard! What are you going to do to me? Are ---" I was silenced with a muzzle. "Hmm..mmm..." only inaudible words came out from my mouth .

Stop it! Don't! Just dont fight! Stop it for Pete's sake! I begged for my brain to stop and calm down. All the struggling was no use at all! I have no way of escaping my fate. I needed to accept that. But stubbornness run through my blood and my body wouldn't listen to anything I tell. It moved on its own free will. I butted my head to the man in front of me. The loud cracking sound hyped my rebelliousness.

Blood dropped from his nose to my eyebrow.

"You fucking bitch!" straight lines of curses were spurted to me. "You'll going to pay for this!"

A fist connected to my jaw. My neck bent to the side from the impact but I didn't flinch. I didn't feel anything. I smiled my sweetest smile to the man. "Hmmm...mmm."

"Play it cool whore, you won't be able to smile after am done with you. If it was for me, I got a different way of punishing you." The man said laughing as another blow hit me on my right cheek.

He renived the muzzle from my mouth. I spat blood in his face causing him to kick my chair and for me to stumble on the floor, banging my head hard. I laughed sarcastically as pain trickled through my body. "Was that all you got boy?" I shouted to the man, taunting him more. "You hit like a girl little boy!"

A foot weighed in my stomach. I grunted from the pain. I was getting inside the man's head. "You're just a plaything...you bitch!" He knelt down, fixed my chair. He smiled, his hands wrapped around my neck strangling me. He lifted my body along with the chair adding strain to my neck. I couldn't breathe. I started to struggle. I needed air. Now! My brain screamed. I kicked aimlessly at the air. I was losing it, black splotches were appearing around.

"Stop it! You'll kill her, Dame said not to. Restrain yourself man..." said a man's voice. It was the man holding the light. "Now let me," he said again.

Consequently, my body was put down. "Hold this," he ordered. The two switched places.

The light illuminated the man's face. "Nick?" I questioned looking at the man standing before me.

"Yes," he answered nonchalantly. The corner of his left eye twitched but immediately went away. "Now I am going to punish you of your misdoings."

"Nick? Nick what is going on. Tell --" he put back the muzzle on my mouth Then he walked to the other corner and returned with a small plastic basin. He place it down the side of my foot. He took off my shoes before putting my feet in the water. I couldn't move.

"What are you doing?" I asked inside my head. I was scared, I couldn't keep up the farce. Tears flew down the side of my cheeks. Nick ignored me. He hold something in his hands; a headphone of some kind. He looked devoid of emotion as he put it over my head.

"Now!" he shouted to the other man.

No! Oh my god, no! Nick stop it! "Hmm...mmm!" He refused to stop. With a count of three electricity flew through me, from my head down to my toes. My eyes closed on their own.

Pain. Too much pain. So much pain. No!

It was like million of fire ants crawled through my body, slowly biting me off to my death. Just kill me! oh God! I couldn't take the pain anymore. It felt like my heart would just burst at any second.

Then it stopped.

I tried catching my breath and pried my eyes open slowly but then..." Again!" shouted Nick. His blank stare never leaving my face.

The horror was once again repeated. This time with much higher voltage. My body shook uncontrollably. Tears continued to flow at the corner of my eyes. And spit run down my mouth.

It stopped again, but before I could regain some strength, the electricity travelled through my body once more. I willed for them to just kill me and get it over with. Everything seemed to stop but not the electrocution. Time seemed to stretch for a lifetime.The process was repeated for several times, until they got tired and left me alone still tied up on the chair. I was too exhausted to complain for anything. I thought it would never stop. I was so happy it did.

Between the excruciating process, I found out the reason for the urine smell in the room. I peed more than four times in my pants. No more ounce of strength left, I willed myself to sleep. Dead bodies followed me through my dream, turning them to nightmares. The girls I killed and Marshall chased me into an endless race, I kept running and running without the seem of an end.

"Ahh!" I shouted awake as frigid water slapped my face. I winced in pain and slowly opened my eyes to the image of my torturer. Nick stood before me. He started untying my hands, then my feet. I stumbled to him, not able to carry my own weight. He sat me on the floor supporting half of my body. Something wet touched my lips.

"Drink. Slowly," he said. I drank and then coughed it out as soon as it entered my throat. "I said slowly!" Nick hissed at me. His expression was troubled.

"Pain." I croaked. "Pain everywhere."

"Ssshh it'll pass...it'll pass." He crooned. A cold needle was injected in my arm. Soft dull pinch pain entered my body. The pain subsided and I felt like floating on the clouds. "You stupid kid, I told you not to start something you would just regret. I'm so sorry, so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you," he said whispering in my ear before sleep took me again, to a place of hidden memories.

A young man with blonde hair and pretty green eyes sat in front of me. He was waiting for something, waiting for me. I need to answer his question, but it was so hard that I was taking my time to answer him. I looked at him as he finished his drink in a hurried gulp. Do I really have to answer his question?

"So are you willing to do it?" he asked me again, eager for me to bid at his request. His sour breath hitting my nose.

Will I? What are my chances of surviving? Would I take it, I always do for the sake of the thrill but would it be worth it? But that urge to try something dangerous was overwhelming. I contemplated hard in my head and sighed. I knew soon I would regret it.

"Do you think I can do it?"

"No." he answered plainly and honestly.

"Okay I'll do it." I said standing up and leaving him without another glance.

They often ask if I'm trying to kill myself. Maybe I do. Maybe that was it. Maybe that was the reason why I signed my sould to the devil.