Imprisoned (1st Chapter) - Bad Elements: Crystal Dragon04:30 Jul 23 2011
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**Please read the prologue first**
My head was woozy, my body tired and drained as I tried to open my eyes. They were extremely heavy and they hurt, a dull pain spread out and around them. They fluttered briefly, the pain almost unbearable. I closed my eyelids, but not before noticing that I lay in a dark room, curled up into a fetal position. I wrapped my arms around my legs…my body cold. Chills ran down my spine, goose bumps swelling up all over my skin. I rubbed my arms and legs, trying to warm my body when I realized it was the coldness of the floor that chilled my flesh. It was cold and hard, possibly concrete. Pieces of debris fell from the skin I had prior contact with. I pulled my hands back and my eyes shot open, pain tearing through my eyelids. I bolted into a sitting position, afraid of what was on my body…my face… my arms…my chest…and my legs. Oh God! I couldn’t pinpoint what it was and when I opened my eyes again, it was pitch black.
When I bolted to my feet, my legs immediately gave way and threw me right back down to the ground, knees first. Pain tore through my kneecaps and expanded into my thighs and calves. A horrendous moan escaped my lips. I sat back, tears forming at the corner of my eyes. I rolled onto my side and rubbed my knees, whimpering. I resisted the urge to cry, but it was too painful and tears dripped down my face. Agony coursed through my body. I turned my face to the side to keep it off of the cold ground but even then my neck hurt. Pain shot into my right shoulder that I lay on. I groped at the other side of my neck and shoulder, massaging it when I felt something odd. I pulled my hand away and held it out in front of my face, trying to see it in the darkness. There was liquid on it – cold, thick, almost pasty. Even with my hand directly in front of my face, it was too dark to tell what it was. I trembled, unsure of what was happening to me.
Tears streaked my face when the strain of my neck muscles suddenly gave way. My face hit the concrete hard while pain shot through my cheek to my ear. I struggled against the temptation to cry, my eyes tearing up again. Instead, I worried about where I was and who was nearby. I hissed through my teeth. On my cheek, I rubbed something the size of a baseball. I gasped in horror and ran my hand over my other cheek to compare them. More tears erupted from my eyes. I ran my hands over my face when I realized one cheek was swollen almost two times the size of the other. My eyes were bruised and swollen too.
I decided it was best to measure up my injuries since I couldn’t remember where I had been last, what had I done, or who I was with. Slowly, I studied the details of my body beginning with my feet. They were bare. No shoes…no socks…nothing. The balls of my feet and my heels were bruised… and my ankles swollen. The front of my calves along the bone were also swollen and bruised, mostly on my right leg. My knees hurt and my thighs ached, along with my hips and stomach. A couple of my ribs felt out of place.
My left breast was bruised and more painful than the right, along with my left arm and my neck. I inched my hand down past my shoulder along the right side of my back, my finger suddenly etched within the skin. I gasped in pain, realizing I had stuck my finger into a large gash. I tensed up and pulled my finger out, a pasty liquid now stuck to me. The gash had to have been about two to three inches long, sliced thin; possibly a knife wound. Parts of my back were bruised, sore, and painful to the touch. A headache lingered as I found several other tender spots.
Once I ran my bodily checkup, I found a few select pieces of debris that had been on my skin. They were dry, small, rough, and hard. They weren’t alive, so I smelt them. I came to the conclusion that I had been lying on woodchips. My next step was to identify where I might be.
Slowly, I stood, taking my time as I got up. Once on my feet, I was wobbly – my head faint and still woozy. My stomach grumbled and lurched whatever I had digested earlier that night……day? Bile rose up in my throat. Unsure of what was in front of me, I turned my head to the side and threw up remnants of possibly chicken wings and definitely beer. I leaned over while my body convulsed with the pain violating my body. I stood there momentarily before I moved again. After a minute, I straightened up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
Carefully, I took a step forward and for the first time noticed there was not a sound in the room. I stopped, listened, then turned my head and listened. There was not even the ticking of a clock. I took another step forward, defying the pain still reverberating through my legs. I groaned and took another step…and another…and then I stubbed my toe on something hard. I drew in a hard breath, whimpered, and carefully searched for anything in front of me. My fingers struck it and when they did, I realized they were what hurt the most. Curling and uncurling my hands, I swore they were going to bust open. I hissed through my teeth and reached out again, some of my fingers making contact with several objects. I froze in place, instantly recognizing the objects before me. They were circular, slick, and cold. Grabbing on to them, I leaned my face into the bars that imprisoned me. Fear surged through my body, fear that had not been this strong since I first awoke. What happened to me? What couldn’t I remember that put me in this position? Was I in jail?
I turned my back to the bars, slid down to the floor and brought my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. I gave in to the weaker side of me, and cried myself to sleep.
My dreams…actually nightmares…were brutal, even the ones where I was with friends. The faces looked familiar but I couldn’t fit the names. I woke up several times throughout the night, pain throbbing inside my body. I cried myself back to sleep.
I awakened to my body being dragged across the floor. A strong arm was wrapped around my chest from behind. My head lolled forward and then to the side. I tried to control it but found I could not.
"I’d be careful if I were you. She might wake up.”
“Yeah, I know,” said one of the men next to me.
The speaker was not the same man who held me. I heard a couple of laughs and then I was tossed onto a cot. I struggled to open my eyes so I could get a good look at him. I was leery he would try to straighten me out and have his way with me, but it was quite the opposite. Instead he pulled a blanket over me, and when I opened my eyes for the last time, his eyes met mine and then he was gone.
I awoke in a fright to somebody manipulating my body. I turned to study his face when he pushed me down. I couldn’t breathe… couldn’t get my face out of the surface of the bed. I thrashed around to free myself when something hard struck me in the middle of my lower back. A sharp pain traveled up the muscles next to my spine. My back arched in pain as I pushed myself up. A large pair of hands slammed down in the upper middle of my back and pushed me back into the cot. I was barely able to turn my head. Just as I did, water splashed onto my upper right shoulder, my face and mouth. The water was cold and when I drew in a deep breath, water caught in my throat, choking me.
“Stop her, she’s moving too much.”
“She’s got water in her mouth.”
“No she doesn’t, she’s just trying to get loose.”
“No, she’s choking.” It was the guy who held me down by my shoulders. “Don’t start yet.” He relaxed his hold a little, but still kept his hands on me.
The pressure on my lower back relaxed a little too, just enough to allow me to push up on all fours. My body trembled with the coughs that erupted from my body. I spit water and blood up onto the cot. His hands lay lightly on my upper back while the ones on my lower back disappeared. I couldn’t focus; my vision was blurry. I didn’t know who he was or what he wanted, but I did know exactly where he was. I struggled to open my eyes as I shot to a kneeling position. I continued to turn my body at the same time that I delivered a right back fist to his face. His hand suddenly caught my chin and threw me backwards onto the cot, the weight of his body suddenly on mine.
“Don’t you ever do that again,” he whispered in my ear. “You don’t know the damage I could do to you.”
My eyes in slits, I glared back at him. Resentment, fear, and hatred took over. He moved in closer to me and whispered, “Be thankful I’m the one handling you and not them.” I tried to make out his face but could not; instead, my eyes focused on his. I’d seen those eyes somewhere before. Yes – in my nightmares.
He still held my chin and pressed my head back so that my neck arched beneath me. He lowered his mouth to my ear. I hissed through my teeth at the pain that tore through the back of my neck.
“Now, you turn over and be a good girl. We don’t want you to get hurt.”
With that, he released my chin, grabbed my shoulder, and forced me onto my stomach. I managed to turn my head to the side before I was suffocated again. I stared at the dirty concrete back wall. His weight now straddled my lower back and his hands held me down by my upper shoulders.
I closed my eyes, wanting to cry. I waited for something to happen that never did; for that I was thankful. Instead, more water was poured over my right shoulder and then something brushed over it. I wept, not understanding what they were doing. I wanted to remember something, anything.
“Shut up and stop moving around.” It was the man who stood above me, not the one holding me down. “Stupid woman. Hey, didn’t somebody say she was a tough bitch? Obviously not.” His hand found the wound on my shoulder and pressed down hard. I winced in pain.
“She doesn’t know what’s going on.” It was the man with the Blue Eyes, the one who straddled my back.
“What the hell? Are you getting soft on me?” the other one asked.
“No, I’m not, but you need to back off a little. We want this wound to heal properly and not get infected. Not just because you’re being an ass and not cleaning it either. Now, get the job done.” Blue Eyes told the other man to clean my wound when his hands tightened on me. Then he lowered onto me, his hands still on my upper back, his mouth now in my ear. “You need to stay as still as possible so that we can get this wound cleaned and stitched. Ok?” I stared back at him through the corner of my eyes.
“Yes,” I muttered. My voice was barely audible within the mattress.
“Good.” He turned his head to the other man, “Let’s get this started.”
I closed my eyes when a sharp prick stuck me in the back. I clenched up and avoided moving as much as possible, trying not to think about the pain in my back. Once he was done, he dressed my wounds and ordered Blue Eyes to sit me up.
Blue Eyes complied, leaning me up against the back wall. I shivered against the cold concrete when the doctor suddenly grabbed my hand. He dropped some pills into my palm and handed me a water bottle. “Take these. You’ll need them for the pain. And drink up. You need to get better. We’ll bring you some food.” With that, both men left my prison.
Unsure of what the pills were actually for, I threw them at the bars behind the men once they’d left my cell. I watched some fly out and others fall within my prison. I opened the water bottle in haste, spilling some of it. I was as thirsty as fuck, not remembering the last time I had some water. I eagerly chugged it down when it suddenly shot up out of my hand. Water splashed all over me and the doctor. I glanced up at him while he sneered down at me. “You ungrateful bitch.” Then he slapped me.
That was when I snapped. Some of the men yelled for him to stop and a couple of the others screamed, “Fight!” When he attempted to backhand me, I threw my left arm out and blocked it. I stood up quickly even while my legs wavered underneath me. I threw an uppercut with my middle knuckle slightly extended into his solar plexus. His head jerked forward, the air rushing out of his body. With the same fist, I threw another uppercut into his Adams apple. He staggered backwards into the bars when Blue Eyes came back into my prison.
He glared at me. “Ok, maybe he deserved that, but you need to stop now.”
“Why?! What the hell am I here for?!” I glared back at Blue Eyes and then at the doctor, who staggered out of my cell. He tried to regain his breath when I took a step towards him. Blue Eyes stepped in front of him.
“Not now.”
Dammitt, I wish I could see his face, could see all of their faces. I was only able to decipher Mr. Blue Eyes, only because of that exquisite blue hue. I stood my ground, but my legs threatened to give way. I was able to distinguish approximately five to six male figures in the room, all of whom were now silent. My face hardened, my jaw clenched, tightened. I feared what I was here for, but I dared to uncover the reason why. I tried to look around the room but found it difficult through the haze of my vision. Even though I was fueled with anger and heated from the fight, chills ran up my spine and along my neck. I swallowed hard.
“Now come here,” he said. I looked at him. “Don’t try anything stupid. Understand?” I stared at him. “Do you understand, or do I need to lock you up?” I heard the others grumbling amongst themselves. They continued to eye me with contempt while the doctor sat off in a chair by himself, still smarting.
My eyes moved back to Blue Eyes. I muttered, “Yeah, I understand.” I approached him and allowed him to escort me through the room to the left of my cell.
He walked me through two rooms, one of which looked like some sort of training facility for a prison or a gym, and then led me to the right where the restroom was. It looked like a prison shower; there were multiple shower heads in multiple stalls. The lighting was minimal so I was barely able to identify the room. When he spun me towards him, our faces were inches from each other. His eyes seemed to merge into one.
“I want you to clean up, use the bathroom, and then we’ll get some food in you. Okay?”
"Okay.”
"This is the only door, so don’t try to run.” His eyes glared into mine. The last four words came out of his mouth slow and precise: “Don’t piss me off.” I took him for his word.
Firmly but not hard, he gripped my upper arm and led me to a stall. Once I was inside, he faced me.
"I’m sure you can figure everything out from here.” He shut the stall door.
Once I was done, I opened the door and instantly noticed the mirror across from me. It was dirty but still I walked to it. I had to know. He stood by and watched me, his eyes intent. I reached across to the mirror and scraped some of the dirt off, but most of it only smeared. I turned the water on and began to shower the mirror with it. I was afraid to see my reflection. The dirt slowly washed away and revealed what looked like a Halloween mask. I stared in horror at my reflection. I wanted to cry.
He moved up quietly behind me, his face slightly over my shoulder, and his mouth almost in my ear. “Don’t worry; it’ll heal.”
Even though I couldn’t see all the details of my wounds, I knew that somebody had beaten me up pretty bad. My face was completely distorted, my eyes black and blue and almost swollen shut. My cheek was swollen almost two times its size, bruised and cut. Tears welled up and slowly, painfully, dripped down my face.
“What happened to me?” I touched my fingers to my face.
“You were in a bad fight.”
“What the hell is happening to me?” He turned me towards him. I was sure I was in hell.
“Listen to me. I’m not going to be here all the time, so you need to do what they say. I know you don’t know what’s going on, and that’s probably for the better, but you need to strengthen the survivor in you. Do you understand?” His eyes almost bore into my skull.
“Who are you?” I asked. He straightened up, dropped his hands from my shoulders and sighed.
“The less you know the better.” He walked me towards the showers and then turned one on for me. “You need to clean up.”
I glanced at him, “And you’re going to watch?”
“Trust me, I don’t like this any more than you do.”
“I highly doubt that,” I quipped back. He smirked, and then from the back of me, grabbed the lower part of my shirt.
“You’re not going to get this off without some help.” He started to raise it, but I jerked my arms down.
“And what gives you that idea?”
“Because you’re sore and bruised, and that shoulder of yours is not going to be nice to you. Now let me help you. This isn’t a sexual thing, it’s strictly medical. You need to clean up. You have cuts and wounds that need to heal, otherwise they’ll get infected and you’ll get sick.”
Oddly, I didn’t bicker, didn’t fight him. I let him remove my clothes, as hesitant as I was. To avoid his gaze, I looked away. I felt awkward. Not only was I embarrassed about being seen naked, I also was not the fittest woman in the world. I’m 25 pounds overweight, short, about five foot three inches. On the other hand, though I’m not a supermodel and probably never will be, I’m still proud of my body, other than the extra weight around my waist and hips. My legs are stout and very muscular – the same with my shoulders and arms – and my hips are curvy.
He reached up and removed my hair tie, allowing my long, dark, wavy hair to fall below my shoulder blades. I turned away and stepped under the warm water. It felt good but hurt at the same time. I tried not to think about the man who watched me. Instead, I enjoyed the feel of the water cascading down my skin. I reached up to run my fingers through my hair when my muscles cramped up and locked at ear level. I winced at the pain that tore through my arms.
I tried to force my arms to move higher but they remained locked, and now it hurt worse to lower them. I wanted to cry again. Christ, I wanted to just wash my hair. I felt the sudden urge to curl up in a ball and let my emotions take over. Again I tried to force my arms higher, but now they were tired and resistant despite my effort.
I tilted my head upwards to get the dirt and grime out of my hair as much as possible, but even that hurt. My shoulder and neck muscles strained against my effort. A grimace escaped my lips when I felt a pair of hands gently touch the back of my hair. I opened my eyes in shock, alarmed he would approach me at such a time, but then why should I be. He was just like the others. At the same time I turned to face him, I threw my arm up, blowing his hands off of me. But this effort rendered my arm and shoulder suddenly useless, they instantly fell, limp at my side. I doubled over, gasping in pain while my other hand shot to my shoulder and held onto it.
“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. Are you alright?” I noticed a look of concern as he bent over towards me.
“No, I’m not. I think I threw my shoulder out,” I said, my voice shaky.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I straightened up and noticed that he stood fully clothed in front of me, his lower body in the spray of the water and the upper half out. Only his feet were bare. He held both of his wet hands up in the air like he was surrendering to me. “I have toiletries for you.”
I stood silent in front of him and watched while he grabbed a bottle of shampoo. “I figured you might need some help. You looked like you were having problems.” I continued to stand there, embarrassed and awkward. He immersed himself further, coming towards me.
“Look, this is just as awkward for me, too. Let me help you.” He took another step, his wet shirt now clinging to his body. I wanted to hide my vulnerability, but couldn’t. I glanced around the room. It was darker than the one that housed my prison.
I stared up into his face, which was still not clear to me. It frustrated me that I had no clues to use to identify my captors. I could only blame the darkness for so much though; my wounds were what obstructed most of my view. He gently reached out to me, held the shampoo bottle in his other hand, and flicked it open with his thumb.
“You’re not going to do anything funny, are you?”
“No, I’m just going to wash your hair for you. I know how you women are.”
“How do I know I can trust you?” I asked.
His Blue Eyes merged into one again, “You don’t. But you can take note that I could have easily done something to you already if I’d wanted. Have I? No I have not.”
For a brief moment, his eyes seemed to darken, a hint of evil hid behind them. I closed my eyes momentarily and then opened them again. The blueness of his eyes stared intently into mine. For some odd reason…I trusted him.
He was graceful, smooth in his steps. And the way he handled my hair when I let him wash it was the way only a gentleman would do it. He was a little too close for comfort, but I knew he could not wash my hair from afar. I wanted to know who he was. Even though I told myself he was like the others, he was not. Yes, he threatened me and yes, I detected something evil inside of him, but now he handled me like I was a diamond, or an exquisite crystal, something that could be broken if not handled right. His hands were kind, gentle, almost compassionate, unlike earlier. Even though I felt in danger, I still felt reassured. It scared me and put a different kind of fear inside of me, something I couldn’t identify with. I closed my eyes and relinquished myself to him, his hands becoming one with my hair and then my head…his fingers massaging the skin underneath. I felt myself give in to him as the sensation took over my body.
I felt him move ever so slightly nearer to me when his breath was suddenly in my ear. Goosebumps broke out along my neck. A wave of shock from the icy coldness of it trembled through my body and almost sent me to the ground. Instead, he caught me just below the breasts with his arm and pulled me in to him. His body temperature was too cold for any normal man but I felt myself compelled to remain in his arms. Some sort of hypnotic trance kept me under his spell.
The moon shone brilliantly in the sky, illuminating the large pine trees. Just then the outline of a man moved above me in the night, his face unidentifiable. His tongue lapped over my lips, his hands caressed the curvature of my bare breasts. We lay in the midst of the forest, the sweat from his leather jacket against my back.
His hands rounded my hips, his hardened manhood stood defiant against my body. I wanted to feel him inside me, wanted him to take me here and now. I wrapped my legs around him, the thrust of his groin sending me into a momentary wave of pleasure. I moaned and arched my neck when his lips found the soft spot on my neck. I responded, giving up any and all free will to him.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Take me now.”
His hand moved away for a single, solitary moment as the water moved ever so elegantly over my face. I savored the moment, allowing myself to let this vision take full reign over me even though I knew something was not right.
I rolled my head ever so slightly to the side when I felt ecstasy take hold. He pulled back briefly, his body stiff. Then he was on me again, his mouth closed in hard when I felt his fangs penetrate my skin. My breath caught in my throat, a mixture of pleasure and pain filled the void in my body. The taste of blood filled my mouth.
As fast as the vision had come, it left. A taste of copper or some sort of metal residue lingered in my mouth. It was then I realized I was alone under the water. He had left me to bathe my own body that he would not touch. I swallowed hard, embarrassed, feeling vulnerable again. Though I knew he stood by and watched, I avoided glancing in his direction. I washed up the best I could despite my soreness.
Once I was done, I dried off and dressed with his assistance. I had a little more trust in him since he had not attempted anything sexual in the shower. I was more embarrassed of my vision than anything.
Once I was ready, he led me back to my cell. There were only two men in the main room now. When he tried to take me through the cell door I stopped quickly. I thought I would catch him off guard. Instead, he stopped quicker than I’d expected and turned me to face him.
“Don’t….” he began.
I pressed my body into his and whispered, “I’ll do anything. Just get me out of here. You’re not the same as them. Please…I’ll do anything.” My eyes begged for mercy. His eyes were piercing. I pressed him against the cell door, my face inches from his. “They trust you with me. I trust you; I don’t know why, but I do. Please.”
Though I begged for my life, he stood there just a moment longer, his eyes hard, darkening. Underneath, I saw something evil yet compassionate. Afraid to push him too far, I backed into my cell. The door shut in my face.
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