07-13-2015, 08:45 PM
Captivity: Day Nintey-Two
Rasping, slow inhales filled the room, chafing against throat and lung. Parched lips hung open and pale blonde hair hid her entire face that had dipped towards the ground. Tracing the shadow along the woman's skin were blood-covered bruises. Tender and black knuckles, arms, and legs. Especially around the superior rings that held her in place. They lit with fire at times increments, the torture had intensified to the max, and Christa was bordering death. To her agonized spirit, just the tempting hint of it, pricked her mind, but she had lost her ability to hope for such salvation.
Forgotten were the sweet things such as warm sunlight kissing her skin, or the taste of food in her mouth. Instead she was filled with needles and injected with supplements. She had forgotten what it felt like to not be in pain, as the feeling had become numb to her body. There were no shares of pain, but there were so, so, many needles.
Her entire developed body had withered into one of deprivation. Sallow skin, hollow eyes, bone cold. Her gaunt features struck the sick creatures that watched her from the silvery panes of mirrored glass. Some called themselves "scientists," the others, "businessmen," but Christa knew them only as the enemy.
The shrieking sound of the rusted hinges echoed with the opening of her cage's door. The motion of the girl's head did not rock with movement as squeaking, seven-hundred dollar shoes gently rolled near her.
"Not even going to look up?" The familiar man's brown eyes had the same shimmer in them as he chastised the shell of the girl.
Her half-open, unblinking stare only partially registered his presence in the room. If only from the cascades of the wall of her greased hair, she caught sight of the glossy black leather inches from her face.
"Let me know when you want to end this silly duet. Your petty stubbornness is nothing but a nuisance at this point."
Her chapped, faded lips croaked as they formed ragged words of desperation.
"Kill me."
"What a humble request. However, that would mean all of this – our prized effort put into you – would be for nothing. And you see, we simply can't have that."
The fight had left her, silently she took another shivering breath. Her abdomen convulsed only slightly.
"You look like you are at the end of your rope. You may even need extreme medical treatment..." His voice beckoned, as he created the longing for solace within her stirring thoughts. "Have you changed your mind?"
A pause.
The man smirked, mistaking the silence for what he wanted to hear. "How exciting. I really am glad you finally realized the complete futility of all this. I was almost beginning to think you were a waste of our resources. Or worse, my time. It was only too bad you didn't recognize this at the beginning, you could have saved us both so much trouble.."
"Come closer.." Her hoarse voice whispered. The suited man leaned in, his ego savoring her helpless respiration. Christa could barely move her lips as the words escaped, "Go.. To... Hell."
A tinge twitched in his eye but before he could register her words, or move away from his spot hovering above her head, she drew her strengths from every working muscle and bucked into his chin, hard. His teeth met the back of her skull as the suited man was flung backwards feeling only a fraction of the agony she felt in a day. "Hmph." The girl smirked to herself, while her lips remained dead, her energy completely drained, and her limbs shaking from the volts that immediately sparked into her. A consequence for her bad behavior.
"My my," A disturbing arrogance liked his voice, "That was very foolish." The brown-eyed man said as the thick blood drooled from his lip. She relished the color as a few speckled drops fell to the ground.
"That was for... Putting your damn words in my mouth. You can't control me, and you never will. That's why you hate me so much."
"Ah, but that is where you are wrong, girl. I'll warn you, little Christa. We are getting tired. And you, my dear, are running out of time."
Rasping, slow inhales filled the room, chafing against throat and lung. Parched lips hung open and pale blonde hair hid her entire face that had dipped towards the ground. Tracing the shadow along the woman's skin were blood-covered bruises. Tender and black knuckles, arms, and legs. Especially around the superior rings that held her in place. They lit with fire at times increments, the torture had intensified to the max, and Christa was bordering death. To her agonized spirit, just the tempting hint of it, pricked her mind, but she had lost her ability to hope for such salvation.
Forgotten were the sweet things such as warm sunlight kissing her skin, or the taste of food in her mouth. Instead she was filled with needles and injected with supplements. She had forgotten what it felt like to not be in pain, as the feeling had become numb to her body. There were no shares of pain, but there were so, so, many needles.
Her entire developed body had withered into one of deprivation. Sallow skin, hollow eyes, bone cold. Her gaunt features struck the sick creatures that watched her from the silvery panes of mirrored glass. Some called themselves "scientists," the others, "businessmen," but Christa knew them only as the enemy.
The shrieking sound of the rusted hinges echoed with the opening of her cage's door. The motion of the girl's head did not rock with movement as squeaking, seven-hundred dollar shoes gently rolled near her.
"Not even going to look up?" The familiar man's brown eyes had the same shimmer in them as he chastised the shell of the girl.
Her half-open, unblinking stare only partially registered his presence in the room. If only from the cascades of the wall of her greased hair, she caught sight of the glossy black leather inches from her face.
"Let me know when you want to end this silly duet. Your petty stubbornness is nothing but a nuisance at this point."
Her chapped, faded lips croaked as they formed ragged words of desperation.
"Kill me."
"What a humble request. However, that would mean all of this – our prized effort put into you – would be for nothing. And you see, we simply can't have that."
The fight had left her, silently she took another shivering breath. Her abdomen convulsed only slightly.
"You look like you are at the end of your rope. You may even need extreme medical treatment..." His voice beckoned, as he created the longing for solace within her stirring thoughts. "Have you changed your mind?"
A pause.
The man smirked, mistaking the silence for what he wanted to hear. "How exciting. I really am glad you finally realized the complete futility of all this. I was almost beginning to think you were a waste of our resources. Or worse, my time. It was only too bad you didn't recognize this at the beginning, you could have saved us both so much trouble.."
"Come closer.." Her hoarse voice whispered. The suited man leaned in, his ego savoring her helpless respiration. Christa could barely move her lips as the words escaped, "Go.. To... Hell."
A tinge twitched in his eye but before he could register her words, or move away from his spot hovering above her head, she drew her strengths from every working muscle and bucked into his chin, hard. His teeth met the back of her skull as the suited man was flung backwards feeling only a fraction of the agony she felt in a day. "Hmph." The girl smirked to herself, while her lips remained dead, her energy completely drained, and her limbs shaking from the volts that immediately sparked into her. A consequence for her bad behavior.
"My my," A disturbing arrogance liked his voice, "That was very foolish." The brown-eyed man said as the thick blood drooled from his lip. She relished the color as a few speckled drops fell to the ground.
"That was for... Putting your damn words in my mouth. You can't control me, and you never will. That's why you hate me so much."
"Ah, but that is where you are wrong, girl. I'll warn you, little Christa. We are getting tired. And you, my dear, are running out of time."
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"I have never met a strong person with an easy past." -Atticus