~*~Carrington~*~

The door to the chamber slammed open with a loud bang. My head continues to hang, staring down at the lines of blood that were slowly drying along my stomach from the eight, long and deep cuts that that asshole has made.

“Another day Carrington!” his voice booms gleefully as he rubs his hands together in excitement. I groan slightly and close my eyes, pulling on my chains weakly. “You know those wastes of flesh that I brought in here a week ago finally submitted to me completely. They’re embracing F.E.A.R! And it took them less than nine days...” he shrugs as his dirty blade presses against my stomach, pushing the skin taut as beads of blood slowly bubble out around the tip of the blade. “And yet...here you are, years and years of my methods of...what is the word I’m looking for...pursuasion. And yet you still hang here holding onto a hope that doesn’t exist, a hope that will not ever get you out of this. It’s pathetic really...”

“No, what’s pathetic is your God complex issue,” I wheeze out, lifting my head and resting it weekly against my arm, my skin sweaty and hot from fever. I attempt to glare at this creature of nightmares as I feel my skin slowly pull apart against the knife as more blood slides down across my skin. A grunt leaves my horribly chapped lips as the knife is driven directly into my stomach and twisted around.

“I don’t think you are much worth my time anymore Carrington. Honestly, I don’t....but I just can’t seem to bring myself to kill you yet...” he muses as he takes a step back and shrugs. “Well I guess if you’re not dead by tomorrow then I’ll have to move you to my bedroom...it’s been a while since I had some defiant warm body keeping my satisfied,” he states before pulling the twisted knife straight out of my stomach, wiping my blood against his pant leg before turning around and leaving without another word. For the first time in a long time, a sob escapes past my lips as I look down at the wound as blood bubbles out of the nasty wound.

“Oh please just let me die,” I plead to nobody in particular and let my head hang as tears slide from my eyes.

Hours later the chamber door smashes open again followed by screams and sobs of fear and pleas for a second chance. I twist my head to the side slightly, no longer able to raise my head up, to see what was happening as hundreds of new Wild Ones are forcibly dragged into the cell and strung up mercilessly. I watch in disgust as each person is stripped of their clothes brutally before all of the shadow hunters move towards the walls, one lowers the temperature drastically as a curse leaves my lips before the tell tale ‘tink-tink’ noise starts erupting as the water pours down from the ceiling yet again. The screams of pain from the others soon drown out the noise of the water hitting the floor as all of the shadow hunters leave the chamber, their black cloaks billowing out behind them.

Soon enough the screams and sobs of pain are slowly dropping off as the others either die or lose consciousness. I feel my vision slipping as I pray for the sweet release of death to finally take over, welcoming it with open arms. When suddenly the entire room seems to explode in on itself as hundreds and hundreds of men and women covered in black paint rush into the room. I tiredly raise my head, forcing it to rest against my arm as I try to watch what is happening. Five men stride into the massive hole in the far side of the wall, each wearing a black leather vest as they stride purposefully into the chamber, looking around, clearly scoping out threats. I lock eyes with the one with the black circled eyes and smile weakly.

“Son of a bitch,” I whisper weakly as he suddenly starts running towards me, closely followed by the other four while all of the other men and women rush to free the other prisoners. “I like the renovations you did there,” I say, coughing violently into my arm. “I always said the room needed more natural light.”

“Yeah, it’s a real step up. Now if we could just get you damn people down from these chains it would be super classy,” Ashley says with a smirk as he looks around. “He really worked you over these last few days huh Carrington.”

“If I got paid for torture my love, I’d be one rich bitch,” I mutter tiredly.

“Stay awake Carrington,” a very deep voice says calmly from my left causing me to squint slightly towards the figure I was no longer able to make out.

“Mister bossy pants over here,” I state with a small smile. “Bossy McBossington the Third...until I’m able to understand the world again bossy pants, I’m just gonna try and listen to you.”

“Good, that’s what I want to hear,” the man laughs softly. I feel my eyes slide closed as an arm is wrapped around my waist when suddenly the chain gives and I fall limply against the person holding me. “I got you Carrington, you are going to be okay.”

“I’m holding you to that,” I whisper against the sticky leather vest my face was pressed against.

“Shit, her arms,” I hear a new voice say. “Dude, I’ve dislocated enough shoulders in my lifetime to know what is happening there....Jinxx can you help with that?”

“I can try,” another voice whispers as I feel the bossy man hold me tightly against his chest, one arm propped behind my back as the other is behind my thighs. “But we need to get the hell out of here first...Carrington you’re shoulders are beyond dislocated, but we need to get the hell out of this place. You’re going to be in more pain then I can express but we will get you fixed as soon as possible.”

“Don’t care, just run,” I whisper weakly as I slowly lose the battle against the darkness as I slip into unconsciousness.