A week in hell

Something i started to put together awhile back during school to pass the time in class.

Chapter 1:    

 

      Davani woke up late saturday night with a burning pain throughout her throat. She Slowly opened her eyes and tryed looking around the very dark musty room. Her head was spinning, and her body ached all over. Davani discovered she could move, but every movement, even the smallest wiggle of her fingers hurt. She groaned as she slowly sat up and looked around. Her sight had changed. She knew she was in a dark room, but her sight pretrayed everthing to look yellowish green. 'What the hell?' She knew she had to get up and go home, but the only problem she now faced was where home was, and how would she get there. Davani knew her name, so that was a start, but she needed to get out of this place and fast.

     Davani finally got herself to the edge of the bed she had woken up on, slowly placing her bare feet on the cold hard stone floor she attempted to look around again. Now standing, she saw the slight dem of a lite hallway across from where she stood. Since this may have been her only chance to escape, she took it, but halfway to her destination, something caught her eye.. A mirror. Reluctently she faced it because she was scared of what it might refect back to her. The mirro looked old and very dusty, as if this room hadnt been used in years. Wipeing the dust away and trying to focus on the refection of herself; which was hard because of the yellowish green tint to everything she saw. Focused on her refection, she examined her body to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary. Unfortunetly for her, there was; She discovered she was in only in her bra and boyshorts. So many thoughts raced through her mind, Had she been raped? Why was she here? Where was she? In the midst of her panicing thoughts light suddenly filled the room and she could finally see what was surrounding her in this room.

     The old dusty room had little in it, two or three pieces of furniture at the most. She saw the old brass bed she had woken up on, and to make it worse, there were blood stained shackles on a wall across from the bed. Davani tryed not to panic more than she already was. She turned back around to look at the mirror again. She was infact in only her bra and boyshorts, her eyes gazed over the rest of her body. Noticing first was a mark on her throat and dried blood trailing from the mark to stain her bra and the tips of her blonde hair. She met her own gaze in the refection, fear was clearly in her eyes. Forgetting all about her escape, she headed back to the bed when she saw a chair beside it. It was very large, resimbling a kings throne. 'What happens in this place, and why am i here? i really want to go home!' She thought before she felt a shutter, Someone was watching her..

     "Is something the matter Davani?" A deep voice let out of no where siad to her. Davani jumped, practically screaming from the fright. 'where did he come from?' The stranger with dark hair stood up from the chair beside they bed and started twards her. She quickly scanned the room for an exit, which she saw behind her. She knew he already knew what she had planned befor she even thought it, but she took it...

     Davani bolted twards the door behind her, but with no luck. The man was there infront of her before she could make it three feet past the mirror. The wind was knocked out of her as she was thrown against a wall, feeling her wrist crack, a painfull scream escaped her body. Once she got her footing, she dared to get to the door once more. She didnt make it three steps and she was yet again being thrown around the room like a worthless ragdoll. Laying on the cold hard floor where she landed, she looked at the stanger who had tossed her around. He was oviously enjoying this little game from the look in his eyes. He walked past her to the wall that held the bloodstained rusty shackles, Davani swore she saw him take them from one wall and rebolt them on the wall above the bed. Watching in fear, she had a pretty good idea about what this sick man had planned for her. He turned to face Davani laying on the floor, Blood running down multiple areas on her body, her wrist broken, and tears streaming from her eyes.

     Slowly the man walked twards her again, Davani decididng she couldnt fight anymore just layed there waiting. By the time he reached her, A door opened and another man entered the room. This new stranger walked past them both to sit in the cair biside the bed to get a front row seat at this entertainment. The man standing over Davani looked at the man in the chair, giving him an evil twisted smile, and turned back to the broken girl on the floor at his feet. Grabbing her broken wrist, he started pulling her to the bed. Panic began to fill her once more, she wanted with everything in her to fight back but she knew she had no chance.

Author's Note

Ignore grammer

Reviews

[Ross]

Hello neighbor....a great start ... keep it up. When you have time, do indeed fix the grammar and change a few word choices, but let the prose flow until the story is finished. Then you can deal with structure. Good luck