Tormented

[Rhianna]

Hey, we can roleplay here lol

 

[Rhianna]

The snow fell lightly, covering the damp earth in a blanket of white. Before the snow laid a rather large house, large enough to be called a mansion by the public; but not large enough to the owner itself. It was black, of course and all of the windows were covered with a crimson colored fabric that looked expensive to touch. There was smoke that was being emitted from the fireplace, it darkening the sky with every blow it took. It seemed like a peaceful house, but to contrast, it wasn't....


Inside the house there was a tall man pacing back and forth on the grand staircase that was shown directly leading to the front entrance.


"Goddamn idiots, every single last one of them!" he growled, his voice scaring even the tiny mice who were creaking in the walls. The man then slammed his hand down on the gold encrusted railing, denting it only the slightest. "I brought them here on my own account! And what do they do?" he asked himself, halting in front of one of the doors leading to the basement. "They try to escape me!" he screamed to the air, knowing no one but the air could hear him; for the basement was soundproof. "I should kill every single one of those ungrateful whores!" he announced to him self, putting left palm on the middle of the door.

 

[Dark Amethyst]

I didn't know how long I'd been here, or even where 'here' was, but I'd been in this state long enough to know that I would nearly do anything to be rid of it.


I had been roughly shackled to a wall, in a cell where mice were free to scuttle about and I was to be used as a tool. If I complained about how miserable my life was before, it seemed like paradise compared to what I was going through now. The irresponsible parents, the alcohol everything...seemed nought but a dream.


To be honest, if it was just the chains that were the problem, I may have dealt with it better. Focused the pain, concentrated on letting it go...have a scrap of rational thinking...but it wasn't just that at all. Blood. It was everywhere. Crimson and sticky. It stained the floors, making them slippery and gruesome. It was splattered up the walls near me, but by now it was slowly drying. Some of it wasn't even mine! The stench was disgusting; filling your nose with the foul smell that made you want to vomit...but with the way I (or we, I could never determine if I was alone. I heard other people but I couldn't be sure if I was hallucinating) was treated, there would be nothing to throw up.


I'd given up on screaming. There was no one here to help, and no one would ever come. The echoed of my hoarse voice had long since reverberated off the walls, and I had settled for accepting my dismal fate. Alone. In the dark.

 

[Rhianna]

The angry man gave a defeated sigh, knowing that he had to kill at least one girl to get his point across, he wasn't messing around. "And to think, I thought today could have been the day where I wasn't going to have to kill anyone." he said with a melancholy tone to his naturally low voice. "Oh well, I guess not everything has to be done the way I would like it." he added, with a half amused expression on his hard and weathered looking face. The man then proceeded to let his hand guide him to the doorknob where his precious items lied underneath the staircase. With a fake laugh, the man continued down the steps that led to the basement floor, not even bothering to turn on the light. He was accustomed to the darkness, Hell, it was practically his best friend. As soon as his feet touch the ground, he immediately heard the high shrills of the girls who were soon going to be his meals. The pleas ranged from "Don't kill me, I beg of you" to "I'll do anything you want! I swear." It was all the same, and quite frankly; these girls were extremely boring and non-entertaining. "Will you girls please, shut the fuck up!" he yelled, losing his patience only in the slightest. The man began to walk around the black room, his finger tracing the flat outline of the girl's stomachs as he walked passed them. "I told you girls nicely not to try to escape. And what do one of you stupid bitches do? YOU ESCAPE!" he screamed, punching a small hole in the concrete lined wall.

 

[Dark Amethyst]

My head snapped up at the sound of the shrieks and of that dreadful man tormenting a line of girls being held captive. I knew it, I'm not alone. I was terrified for them - their frantic pleas were heartbreaking because they knew, and I knew that one of them would die today. And secretly, I was just thankful it wasn't me.


I wasn't among the ones who tried to escape - not that I wouldn't want to, it's just I didn't have the energy to. It seemed to be that I'd been locked in the toughest cell, with the thickest bars, though to be honest it wouldn't have made a difference. I was hardly strong when I came, so god knows what I was now. It was a joke to even consider a weakling like me getting out. So I kept my head down, and prayed to whatever God(s) there are that I wouldn't be next, that I could hold off for a few more days...to suffer through the screams for a few minutes longer.


I didn't realise I was holding my breath as I listened to see what he was going to do - it was true, he was terrifying, and sadistic, and I knew all of us would do a considerable amount to ensure we couldn't get in his bad books.

 

[Rhianna]

The man looked at each and every one of the screaming girls in the darkness. It amused him to see how terrified they all were of him, and how they knew that their escape plans would fail even if they gave an attempt to run away from him. He really couldn't say if he had a taste or not. Each and every girl looked completely different, he just liked the way their eyes glimmered whenever he strided passed them by. "Alright ladies, as you all know; my name is Michael. Michael Desperaeux. And you all came here under your own pretenses. You knew what kind of man I was. How powerful I am. And still, you came to my home, MY HOME, with ease." Michael began, now standing in front of the girl who was quiet and who was locked away in the toughest cell. He looked at her directly in the eyes, his own vision becoming filled with colors of lust. She was gorgeous, but she was considered by his elders as human filth and he couldn't be with a human even if he wanted to. "Now, I am a generous and kind man. I am. But once you cross me and defy my orders, then things become complicated and I turn into a man who I despise being." he commented to the terrified girls, but he only seemed to look at the one who didn't dare breath a word.

 

[Dark Amethyst]

I heard light footsteps accompanied by the sound of his deep voice coming to the metal bars. For a split, minuscule second, I spared a fleeting glance up at him in order to try and see his expression. Was he mad? Was I next? Or was he just hungry? It could've been none or all of those things, I couldn't tell. Either way, the fact I'd caught his attention only meant I was in for something.


My gaze shot back down and fixated on a spot of dirt on the concrete near my feet. Instinctively, I tried to curl into myself further, hugging my knees ever tighter and trying to preserve what dignity I had left. My clothes had long since been torn to shreds, but I was determined to try and keep any privacy I could - not that it would do me any good.


I could almost feel his gaze through the metalwork, and I gulped...or tried to. I'd become so petrified with fear over the time I'd been here that even that became an intense struggle. I ended up with a lump in my throat that I just managed to force down. If I had any tears left, they would've ran down my face at that point. I'm going to die...

 

[Rhianna]

Michael smiled nicely at the quivering girl. He had no intentions of her hurting her, nor did he want to make an example of her. All he wanted to do was take a look at his most recent prize. "Don't worry sweetie, I'm not going to hurt you. I only want to take a peak at what type of food you're offering me today." Michael said with a hint of childish delight in his booming voice. For a quick moment, he felt sad for the shaky girl. She looked as if she had been to hell and back. Her hair was completely shredded, her clothes torn up at the waist, and her poor hands were calloused. "Poor girl, no one should treat such a delicate creature as you so terribly." he contradicted himself, put his hand around the cage bars. He thought for a brief second about what harm he could cause her and how easy it would be if he just killed her right then and there. He quickly dismissed this though and continued to rip the cage open. "Can you stand?" he asked her, in a way that would scare even the Devil himself.

 

[Dark Amethyst]

I was shaking right there and then, knowing what was coming next. I didn't want to be chosen! I didn't want to be used! I didn't sign up for this! My entire body was trembling, and I even doubted myself that I could, in answer to his question, actually stand. But if I didn't even try, that would just make him even angrier. I shuffled back slightly so I was pressed right up against the wall, sending a couple of mice shooting off. With aching joints and calloused hands, I gripped onto the chains that held me in place. I just managed to do if, to stand up, but I had to lean against the wall for support. I was shivering, frantically trying to cover myself as I half turned away from him, not wanting to display my embarrassment. A choked sob came out of me, but with no tears left to accompany it. I shoved my fist in my mouth to try and stop myself. I couldn't show any more weakness, not now. Please, God no.

 

[Rhianna]

The man watched with an amused expression on his face at the show that was being presented before him. He observed closely as the girl began to shake uncontrollably at the sight of his presence. Was he really that bad? Michael sure as hell didn't think he was, not even in the slightest of bits. It began to annoy him when he realized that she couldn't stand on her own, without the support of the shackles and pole she was tethered to. "Obviously," he began, leaving on to one foot with his arms crossed over his chest. "You can't stand. Not without help." he said in a matter-of-fact tone. The man then waltzed over to her, his face only a few inches from her own. "And...I do give you water, so I don't think you can't speak." he said, his eyes scanning the entire length of her. "So, I'm going to ask you a question, and you better answer." he warned, his right hand now planting on the wall behind her head. "What's your name?" he questioned, knowing even a phrase as simple as that one wouldn't make her stumble.

 

[Dark Amethyst]

My breathing was laboured and I pressed my back into the wall, trying to put even a slither of distance between us. I lowered my hands to my side, miraculously gripping to a little bit of courage in order to look him in the eye. I took a breath before finally answering. "Sophia...sir." I wasn't sure if that's the way he wanted anyone to respond, but giving the mood he was in, I didn't want to try his patience by seeming disrespectful. My eyes became glued to the floor again as silence fell.


(Sorry that was short, I was in a rush. Sorry.)

 

[Rhianna]

((It's quite alright ))


Michael let out a puff of air when she had answered him, nicely might he add. He gave her a pleasant grin and backed away slowly from her, eyeing her more than ever. He took notice of the fact that she was filthy, nothing about her seemed even remotely clean. Michael figured it was time to be nice for once in his life and do his slaves a favor, rather than kill them all the time. "Sophia is a lovely name." he said to her in a gentle manor, trying not to frighten her as much as he did before. The tall man tossed the idea of giving her a bath bath back and forth in his mind, wondering what would happen if he was seen with a human. After what seemed like a while, he decided that in the end, he didn't give a shit. "Would you like to get cleaned up?" he asked her, his tone smooth.

 

[Dark Amethyst]

My top lip curled over my bottom as he stepped back from me as I kept hazarding guessed as to what he may be thinking. I was stunned and shocked and so many other things when he asked me if I'd like to get cleaned up. That meant...out of here right? A way to get out of this disgusting hell hole? I blinked, my brain confused for a moment. What would the other girls think? Me being the only one getting out, or at least I thought so. But, if I said yes, I'd be alone with him right? Alone with no one to vouch for my existence...not that that would've happened anyway if I was being honest. All these thoughts were rushing through my head in what I thought was a considerable amount of time, but in reality was only really a matter of seconds. I nodded awkwardly. "Please." Whatever he had in store, whether he would in fact keep his word, surely it would be better than this?

 

[Rhianna]

Michael clapped his hands together with happiness, enjoying the fact that they were making decent conversation now. Well, it was more of a one sided conversation on his part. "See? Speaking isn't so hard!" he responded to her sarcastically, now kicking the iron bars aside to make sure that she wouldn't hurt herself when she would start to walk. He then walked over to her, still grinning like an idiot at the fact that he might have a companion now, instead of being alone for the rest of his life. Michael softly took her chains in his hands and broke them apart, making sure the lock was destroyed in the process. The only thing that kept her tied together now was the handcuffs that kept her arms bound. "Now Sophia, I need you to attempt to walk, okay? So we can get out of the basement?" he said, feeling the other girl's stares on his back, knowing that they were jealous.

 

[Dark Amethyst]

I was trying to control my shaky breaths as he broke the chains with his bare hands. Why was he so strong? It was scary. I was grateful though, to be out of those dreadful things. I slowly put one step of the other, thankful that I could still walk. My steps were small, tentative, but at least I was moving. I manage to dodge the now desecrated cell bars, but as soon as I was out, my head went straight down. The embarrassment and shame about facing the other girls as I got my freedom...I couldn't face it. I glanced up at 'Michael', uncertain of what to make of his manic grinning. I gulped anyway, counting down the steps to the basement door. Freedom. It seemed unreal.

 

[Rhianna]

"What a bitch." a girl with red hair commented, her face drained with color as well as her tone. Michael spun around on his heel to address this situation first hand. He waltzed up to the girl who was now quivering at the mere sight of him. "I would shut my fucking mouth if I were you." he said to her in a cool voice, his hand now gripping her arm, sending chills down her spine; he could feel them too. She melted in fear, her eyes rolling to the back of her head to escape his gaze. "You know I have to teach you a lesson now because of your un-warranted comment." he verbalized to her in a menacing way. He didn't bother to look back at Sophia, for he was sure she wouldn't try to escape. The man then proceeded to dig his nails into the woman's neck, sending blood flying on his face and around the room. The red-haired girl was screaming now.

 

[Dark Amethyst]

I stumbled back a little as he marched over to a girl who'd made a snide remark. I was used to comments like that, so it really wouldn't have bothered me anyway, but it became very apparent very quickly that Michael did not share my opinion. The crimson blood sprayed up the walls, decorating the bars and concrete with a fresh layer of the sticky liquid. Her screams echoed off the walls and if I hadn't have been handcuffed, I would've covered my ears. Too much. Too much screaming - it was horrible. I cried out instinctively, not caring for what he would say, I just wanted it to stop. I wanted all of it to stop. "STOP! PLEASE! STOP IT!" I yelled at him, shaking. No one should have to experience that, it wasn't right. Even if it cost me my freedom, at least she wouldn't be in pain, and my ears would cease ringing.

 

[Rhianna]

Michael took pleasure in the girl's discomfort, her cries for help easing his frazzled mind. His hand sunk deeper into her neck, a gaping hole was created a result of this. "Help....me...." the girl vocalized, her words slowing down between each labored breath she took. "No one is here to help you." the tall man with blood on his face responded with a growl in his voice. Within a few seconds, the girl's contorted body stopped moving, the other female's shrills in the room growing louder. Out of all of this commotion, the only voice he heard was Sophia's, it was one of discomfort and anger. "She's already dead child, there is no need for your commands." he told her, now letting the dead girl hang from the wall, her head drooping, her her ragged hair hanging past her head. "She deserved it." Michael said cheerfully, going back to help Sophia up the stairs again.

 

[Dark Amethyst]

I looked up, terrified of what he could be capable of and not feel a hint of remorse. Naturally, I took a step back, which may not have been the best idea. I glanced sorrowfully and painfully at the now dead girl's limp frame. She was pretty, key word in that being 'was'. Slowly regaining my senses I managed to put one foot in front of the other towards the stairs. I daren't look at anyone else, and they all seemed to have a shared idea of shutting their mouths...


That could've been any one of us...it could've been me! And now I was putting my life in his hands by willingly staying alone with him? If I slipped up at all, made a wrong comment or in any way annoyed him, I could end up just like her! Very very scared, then very very dead.

 

[Rhianna]

Michael paid no more of his precious attention to the whimpering girls. The only one he felt even a little bit sorry for, was the woman next to the deceased body. "I should really move that dead bitch. She is going to start to rot soon." the man commented, placing a hand to Sophia's back so she would have support while moving up the narrow staircase. He had a vivid memory of the time when he kidnapped this girl. He remembered all of his abductions, but this one he knew of quite clearly. She only at the prime age of fourteen, young enough to sustain her girlish features, but old enough to start developing womanly curves. At the time, he thought she was perfectly looking. She was a beauty, from her head all the way down to her feet. That is when Michael knew he had to have her, she had to be his and no one else's. So, from then on, he stalked her; recording in one of his journals everything that she did during her days. How she spent her time, and who she did it with. Nothing was ever a secret to Michael, nothing...

 

[Dark Amethyst]

My memories started to wonder back to the time I was brought here. I remember being half dragged down a staircase, probably this one, as I thrashed about in the person's arms. Then I remember being thrown into the cell and grazing my knees on the concrete, the first time my blood was spilt in this house. I vividly remember a Dark voice uttering the words "welcome to your new home." Accompanied by an equally as dark chuckle. I'd assumed it was michael, the same voice. I thought I was going to die then...I'd lasted a lot longer than I thought I would. Over the days or months or however long I'd been here, I fantasized about how my life could've been. I wanted to be a doctor, or a nurse or a lawyer, even. Any occupation that I could help people...that wouldn't happen now. I'd missed too much of my education, I'd gone AWOL. Christ, I had no hope of getting out of here, let alone having a decent future. I guess life's just crap like that isn't it?

 

[Rhianna]

When they reached the top of the seemingly never-ending staircase, Michael let out a sharp breath. He was tired, not the lack of sleep kind of tired though, he was emotionally exhausted. At times, feel felt sorry for the girls he brought here, especially at such a young and promising age too. He thought about them every time he went to bed at night, feeling a heavy burden on his chest. Sometimes the anxiety was so bad, he felt like elephants were sitting on his chest. Michael dismissed this weakness and looked down at the top of Sophia's head. He flashed her a warm and expecting smile, hoping to ease her nerves a little bit more. "Now, I'm going to open the door now. Can you promise me you won't try to run?" he asked her, half hoping she would say she would try to escape. That was the human part of him speaking, the one who desired to be loved and needed.

 

[Dark Amethyst]

I shook my head in disbelief at his question. After all he's done: the kidnapping, the hurting, the locking up in a dungeon as playthings; he's asking me to promise not to run? Maybe it was the freedom, maybe it'd gone to my head, but I got a burst of my sarcastic flare back, and I may have not used it at precisely the right time... "Ha. Where would I run to? I don't even know where i am! Or why I'm here? What is the point of running game, because you're going to kill me in the end anyway, aren't you?" I snapped, and I sounded braver than I felt. After the words had spewed out of my gob, I instantly regretted it. What the fuck was I thinking.

 

[Rhianna]

Michael stood there in absolute disbelief. Was a slave of his actually yelling at him? For a moment, his mouth was open, like a shocked cartoon character. Instinctively, the taller man pushed the girl through the doorway, hoping the force of his push would send her flying across the room. "Actually," he began, his tone eerily calm. "I wasn't planning on killing you." he said truthfully, stomping over towards her. Michael bent down and grabbed a fist full of her ratted hair. Never before had he felt so betrayed, so hurt. "I was going to give you a bath and then let you have a proper meal for a change!" he yelled, his green eyes morphing to a deep burgundy shade of red. The irritated man the let go of her hair, realizing that she was just as expendable as the rest of his girls. "What have I ever really done to you, personally!" he screamed at her, a beads of sweat forming around his eyebrow. "I haven't raped you! I haven't drank from you! Nor have I even beaten the shit out of you!" he angrily said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Come to think of it, I probably should!" he commented, his chest heaving.

 

[Dark Amethyst]

I should've backed down. Apologised, taken a step back. But no. All that hurt and betrayal had been building up and I had a chance to let it out. Screw it. Screw it all. I took a breath. "What have you done?! You stalked me! Kidnapped me! Drove away my family so it looked like it was my fault and then you're blaming ME for being ungrateful? You took away my home you psycho! What the HELL did you think I was gonna say? Oh yeah, I love it here. Because my favourite thing is to be locked away in a skanky dungeon while you torture those around me!" Now I'd definitely crossed the line, but I was too hung up on what had happened to care at that very moment. I would care in a minute, just not right now.