Torture...

Hello! I know I haven't posted in ages, I rarely have time to write during the school year, but here's a little snippet... the only thing I've written since school started. It's rather dark... its from a book called A Light in the Dark, and is based mostly off of nightmares.

Torture…

She is taken into a building and waits in reception area. It’s dark and cold and not at all pleasant. Soon her name is called.. “Morgan Greene.” She doesn’t want to go, but she is taken back through the doors, led down a narrow hall, and into a small room. The door closes behind her and she hears a click as it is locked. It’s a cold room, tile floors, cold white walls, metal counters with evil looking metallic instruments and syringes and shiny needles lying in perfect rows.. waiting to be used. The room is dimly lit and has lots of high-tech computers and screens on long metal arms attached to the wall, and there is a cushioned table for a patient to lay on in the middle. Why is she here? They said they just wanted to talk to her….

                                                   

Shivers run down her spine.

Click. The door opens and a Man enters. He tells her to sit down on the cushioned table and warily she obeys. “Tell me, tell me everything about you. All of your deep dark secrets.”  The Man’s cold voice pierces through her head, as he stares at her sardonically with eyes that don’t quite seem human somehow. She stares back, remaining silent. The Man then tells her to close her eyes. She stares, distrusting him, then… slowly.. blinks. Something cold is clamped onto her arm. Panicking, she struggles but is unable to move, her muscles somehow forced to remain limp.

She is forced to lie down, her back against the table and struggling to open her eyes, she catches glimpse of the Man’s calm, evil face as he fastens cold metal bindings around her neck, waist, around her legs just above the knee, her ankles, upper arms and lastly, her wrists. His cold fingers trace across her skin, across her shoulders, and mark an X on her neck with a dull fingernail. Then he removes a stretchy band from her arm. Instantly her muscles are free and she twists violently, but stops with a gasp as the razor sharp metal fastenings tear into her skin. She feels sick as hot blood trickles down her stomach neck and wrists. As a last resort she gives a piercing shriek, but the Man only chuckles. “It’s no use wasting your breath sweetheart, no one can hear you. This room is sound proof.” Then he refastens the stretchy band back on her arm, though not as tightly this time. She can still open her eyes and move slightly, however she is significantly weakened now.

“Now,” says the Man, “Talk to me. Tell me everything!”

She hisses back through clenched teeth,  “NO!”

“Tsk tsk.” The Man shakes his head in mock sadness, drawing a long needle from the table, and after examining her arm for a moment, touches it gently to her upper arm. Unable to help her self, she flinches. Needles have always been her worse fear. She hated them. The Man stares with a look of sickening calm pleasure straight into her terrified eyes…

The needle pierces her skin.

As a searing jab of pain shoots up her arm, she fights back a scream, defiantly remaining silent.

The Man releases his grip for a moment and raises his eyebrows mockingly. “Not even a whimper? Hmm this is a brave one.”

She clenches her teeth and glares back.

The Man shrugs and forces the needle deep into her flesh, leaving it there as she writhes in agony, the metal bands continuing to dig deeper into her skin.

Again he asks his question. Again she shouts her defiant answer, “NO!”

And again and again he drives the long needles into her skin. It is pain worse than anything she’s ever felt, but she still she refuses to give in. Not even a single scream or cry for mercy escapes her lips. And at length her endurance seems to frustrate the Man, a scowl starts to form on his previously clam face. She notices this and drawing strength from his frustration, she gives a mocking smile, “There is only one person on earth who I trust with my secrets. It’s not you and I will never, ever tell you my secrets!”

The Man’s face is contorted with fury as he slaps her across the face, making black spots dance before her eyes and preventing her from saying anything else.

“So you’re rather proud of yourself aren’t you? Think you’re so brave and strong you little bitch.. well I’m not done with you yet, oh no. Now the fun begins.” With a demonic smile the man stands over her. Her heart pounds with dread as he slides his cold hand up her shirt, and pulling it up, he exposes her white stomach. He grabs a long gleaming knife from the table and setting it against her stomach, rips across in a quick motion. She lets out a faint moan as the blade slices deeply into her skin, and tears begin to run down her cheeks.

“TELL ME!” The Man demands.

The pain is ten times worse than the needles, but still she clenches her teeth and shakes her head violently.

He slashes across her stomach again and again til her whole abdomen is lacerated; blood dripping everywhere.

Again he poses his question and again he is refused.

Now he moves to her wrists, removing the stretchy band, but even without it she is too weak to offer much resistance. He slices lengthwise down her arm, and unable to help herself she screams.

“Ready to talk?” The Man smiles hopefully.

“NEVER!” She screams back, unable to maintain any control over her emotions any longer, the pain is too intense.

He slices deeper, still she screams, “Never!”

Blood is flowing freely, dripping to the floor, covering her and covering the Man’s hands. He doesn’t seem to care. She is growing weaker by the moment, her skin deathly white; she would not last much longer now. Her anguished screams fill the room. And still he cuts deeper.

The pain is too much; she cannot stand it any longer. She gave one last imploring cry, “Jesus, Mary, Joseph save me!”

Something is grabbing her wrists, shaking her.

“Morgan! Morgan wake up!”

Suddenly her eyes flew open and it was Jake leaning over her as she lay next to him in bed, her whole body trembling. He was holding her hands, a look of utmost concern on his face. “Morgan.. are you okay? What happened? Another bad dream?”

Morgan could only nod as she sobbed with relief, hugging Jake tightly and hiding her face in his shoulder. He stroked her hair gently. “I woke up and you were screaming and thrashing.. are you sure you’re ok?”

“It was horrible.” Morgan whispered back, shivering.

“I’m sorry..” Jake kissed her and pulled the blankets back up around her. Cuddling up against him with her head resting on his chest, his arms holding her, and her arms protectively around the baby in her ever growing belly, Morgan felt safe and slowly drifted back to sleep.