Chapter 3: Serina

With a sharp breath, my lungs began to burn, and my dark, stormy grey eyes shot open.  Below me lay a cold, hard floor- presumably cement as still, cold air brushed up against my fair skin.  I felt as though I’d lost my cloths- but my vision remained far too blurred and my other senses currently too dull to tell.  My entire body ached as a dizzy, nauseous feeling began to sweep over me almost instantly.  

Taking in slow, deep breath, trying to get a grip- wishing my vision to no longer be blurry.  To my left, a soft click, could be heard.  Searching for the right words- for any words really, was hard enough.  to think straight enough to form the words on my lips seemed impossible.  Despite nearly all odds, I was barely able to stumble over two of them as though I were blind and had a broken leg.

“P-please h-help me-e.”  I weakly stammered.  

“Broken words from the broken girl.”  

I winced as a slam was heard.  Ringing in my ears.  Following, was more footsteps, coming closer.  I could only assume that whoever was there was coming down a set of stairs. Swallowing nervously, my throat sore, I desperately tried lifting myself up.  Pushing, my palms on the cold floor merely to discover something held me back- my wrists were shackled.  

In that moment I realized, I wasn’t going to be helped by whoever was heading down the staircase.  Panic overtook me, tears burning in my eyes.  Maybe I could cry... It’s potential who ever this is could have a sense of mercy.  But hell- I didn’t remember anymore than my own name right now.  And it’d been so long I’d lost the will to cry.  Perhaps even forgotten how to.

A soft, deep, velvety chuckle came from somewhere in front of me.  The soft clicking of the boots echoed now- I knew what happened.  Seconds, minutes, hours later, I found a large hand tightly gripping onto my shoulder, and a heavy knee on my stomach.  My effort to sit up had just been trumped.

Peering down at me, his icy blue eyes held my gaze.  Everything was blurry, and my body tensed up.  

“You’ve been out for quite a while now.”  

Swallowing hard, my throat sore now I stared, hesitant to respond to him now.  “I-I’ll pay you double whatever y-you’re being p-paid.”  

“I told you you’re wanted.  And money has no value to me.”  He leaned closer, and I felt him slip a hand under my head, grinning.  “You’re telling me I get two of you?”  

My heart now pounded hard in my chest, and I tried to struggle, wanting to pull away.  “No… let me go.”

In one smooth move, he lay on me now, his body hovering over mine.  His other arm wrapped around my waist, and I felt myself being pulled closer to him.  Giving into whatever he felt like subjecting make to was tempting.  Maybe he’d drug me again and I’d forget.  

“What are you thinking about my dear?”  He had leaned in, and cooed this softly into my ear- his hot breath running down my neck.  I opened my mouth to speak, and found his finger pressed to my lips.  “Relax.”

Shivering slightly, I turned my head to the side, closing my eyes.  

“Come now.”  His tone was gentle.  “Don’t do this Sernia.”

He knew my name- I was officially freaked out now.  He smirked as he felt my heart rate pick up again, slowly tracing over my lips with his finger.  Smiling, he leaned closer, and I felt his warm lips slowly encase my own.

Tugging now- there was a metallic rattling, and I found my hands unable to move due to the chains holding them back, and found myself wincing as the shackles slowly dug into my skin from the movement.   

I didn’t much care, I felt his kiss deepen and his fingers slowly lace through my hair, causing me to tug harder now.  Slowly, he broke the kiss, causing me to intake a quick breath.  he placed his hands on my hips, and pulled me back, forcing the chains to hold my arms above my head.  

He readjusted himself, straddling me.  “Don’t be troublesome- you deserve to relax a bit anyways.”  Instead of hovering, his body was tightly pressed against mine now.  His lips parted, and he held me down, slowly sliding his tongue into my mouth.  His tongue twisted around mine, slowly running along the back of my teeth, his hand rubbing the back of my neck.  

     My breathing picked up the slightest bit, and before long I found struggling useless.  He wasn’t going to let up now.  I closed my eyes as I felt his hand slowly trail down my body, resting on my inner thigh.  My body, shook from a mixture of disbelief, rage, and from whatever the drug did to me.

"D-don't hu-". I was cut short as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small silver object.  Swallowing hard, I saw it appeared familiar, and I realized my senses were slowly returning.  

The knife had been mine.  He leaned over, staring at my chest, causing me to realize that in that moment, he had already stripped me down.  The cold tip of the blade slowly trailed down my chest, scratching the surface of my skin.  

My body jolted slightly as an attempt to pull away from him.  He remained straddling me, and shook his head, tisking at me.  Without warning the pressure on the blade became greater and I began to feel a warm trickle of what I knew to be my own blood, slowly running down, and a dull, throbbing pain from the cut.  

Author's Note

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