I built these walls to watch them crumbling down
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The harsh stinging of salty water splashed all over my naked, mangled body which has been hanging from hooks high in the ceiling of this dark, damp, disgusting chamber for god on knows how long, the rusty cuffs digging painfully into the tender flesh of my wrists, warm blood flowing slowly down my wrists as I am shocked back into awareness for the thirteenth time today.
“Welcome back Carrington,” I hear the smooth voice of William Control say from his perch leaning against the wall across from me, arms crossed over his chest, one foot propped up against the dirt wall, his head arrogantly cocked back and leaning against the wall as a burly man wearing a black cloth sack over his head, small holes cut out for his eyes moves away from me, the now empty bucket that had the offending liquid dangling in his hand.
“Gee thanks asshole,” I mutter, glaring at him as best I could as I try to put pressure on the only part of my body that touches the floor...my toes...which I am almost positive are shattered beyond any hope of repair. My response causing his thin lips to rise in the corners, giving him a sinister look.
“I just love that mouth of yours Carrington,” he says as he pushes himself from the wall and saunters over towards me as the burly man cranks the chain holding me suspended to hoist me up a couple of inches, my feet no longer even close to the floor, my wrists, elbows and shoulders screaming in pain from the unbearable strain placed on them from having to hold my dead weight. I grind my teeth, determined to keep quiet as he presses his hand against my blood crusted stomach and pushes, causing the breath to escape my lungs as I swing helplessly around, Control giving off a harsh chuckle. “Unfortunately, I am going to have to leave you for a few days or so. You will not be spoken too, touched, fed or otherwise interacted with until the day of my return. If you behave I may allow you to soak in a bubble bath,” he says as I groan softly. “You will not be moved from this height until my return, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whisper out, hating myself as every letter leaves my lips.
“Let’s hope your shoulders and elbows can hold the strain,” he says before pulling his arm back and sending it slamming into my side, before continuing over and over on either side of my stomach and ribs as I swing about helplessly, attempting to hold in all sounds of fear as he continues his assult on my defenceless body as I slowly slip out of consciousness, praying for the eternal darkness of death that always seems to elude my vision.
“Welcome back Carrington,” I hear the smooth voice of William Control say from his perch leaning against the wall across from me, arms crossed over his chest, one foot propped up against the dirt wall, his head arrogantly cocked back and leaning against the wall as a burly man wearing a black cloth sack over his head, small holes cut out for his eyes moves away from me, the now empty bucket that had the offending liquid dangling in his hand.
“Gee thanks asshole,” I mutter, glaring at him as best I could as I try to put pressure on the only part of my body that touches the floor...my toes...which I am almost positive are shattered beyond any hope of repair. My response causing his thin lips to rise in the corners, giving him a sinister look.
“I just love that mouth of yours Carrington,” he says as he pushes himself from the wall and saunters over towards me as the burly man cranks the chain holding me suspended to hoist me up a couple of inches, my feet no longer even close to the floor, my wrists, elbows and shoulders screaming in pain from the unbearable strain placed on them from having to hold my dead weight. I grind my teeth, determined to keep quiet as he presses his hand against my blood crusted stomach and pushes, causing the breath to escape my lungs as I swing helplessly around, Control giving off a harsh chuckle. “Unfortunately, I am going to have to leave you for a few days or so. You will not be spoken too, touched, fed or otherwise interacted with until the day of my return. If you behave I may allow you to soak in a bubble bath,” he says as I groan softly. “You will not be moved from this height until my return, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whisper out, hating myself as every letter leaves my lips.
“Let’s hope your shoulders and elbows can hold the strain,” he says before pulling his arm back and sending it slamming into my side, before continuing over and over on either side of my stomach and ribs as I swing about helplessly, attempting to hold in all sounds of fear as he continues his assult on my defenceless body as I slowly slip out of consciousness, praying for the eternal darkness of death that always seems to elude my vision.
Notes
short i know but i have to go to sleep! I have work placement i have to be at in 7.5 hours working with 18 3-5 year old children!!hope you enjoy it!
i would positively adore feedback both negative and positive and ratings and subscriptions just tickle my pickle!
@taterbaby
Thanks! I have been CRAZY busy lately so I have put my writing on hold for the time being!
3/8/15