As I began to open my eyes, it became apparent the the blind fold had been removed. At this point I could feel the extreme tightness on my wrists and around my ankles. I could tell I still had clothes on. That was the only good thing I could focus on to avoid completely losing my mind. I opened my eyes and realized I was some where else. Everything was white and it was very bright. My eyes adjusted slowly as I had sat in complete darkness for what felt like days.
Still, it was a silent empty room.
I waited.
Only a few minutes had passed when the door opened. A man I had never seen before walked in. As he approached me I began to squirm. He pushed the door shut behind him. The worst case scenarios starting running as he walked closer. But nothing prepared me for that moment. He spoke.
"Hello" as he reached to touch my leg and I tried to pull back. The restraining rope was pulled right, o could barley move an inch. He grabbed my knee.
"Do not pull away from me. You are mine now. My mark is being prepared."
He pulled away looking at me. As he stood up, I couldn't find a single word to say when suddenly another young girl walked in. Her face was bruised and the panic came over me as she was holding a long prodding iron stick that had clearly been heated to extreme temperatures.
He ripped my shirt up. I started screaming and moving as much as I possibly could to avoid him getting closer with the burning hot rod. He whispered, very calmly "If you hold still, this will be over in a matter of seconds" as a smile slowly curled on his lips.
He took the rod from the girls hand. I grabbed the ropes that restrained me to brace myself.
The iron seared in to my skin as I bellowed out an excruciating scream.
Everything went black.