My eyes felt heavy as I tried to open them, slowly I opened them... they fluttered before opening completely. A single light bulb dangled above me, I was in the center of a dark room. What am I doing here? Slowly, I blinked my eyes trying to get myself out of this daze. The room remained the same though, despite my best efforts my arms wouldn't move. Suddenly I realized I was tied to a metal chair, my ankles were chained together at the ground... wait? How did this happen to me? Panic set in... "Can someone help me? Can whoever you are, please just let me go? Please..." I scream, my throat feeling so dry that my voice came out all hoarse and rough. "Oh god, please get me out of here. Someone, please help me!"
"Oh... so you're finally awake. Let's go ahead and begin the torture..." He spoke stepping into the light, I couldn't help but sniffle as I realized this was the same man as before. The same man who shoved me into the truck and Held me in place.
"What? No... please don't do this... I don't know where it came from or how it ended up in my purse. You have got to believe me!" I plead with him, as two more men came into the light.
"Shut up lady; you won't be leaving here until we have our answers! So tell us the truth... and we may end up deciding to be lenient and kind. But I am warning you now, if you lie then you will surely suffer for it." one of the guys growled at me. Looking up into his face, I couldn't stop the sobs from escaping my lips. "Tell us where you got the Flash drive?"
I glance up into the guy's face, feeling nervous as I say "I... I don't know..."
"Do not try my patience; now tell me where you got it from. Who gave it to you?" he growls.
In the hope that he would hear me this time, I take in a deep breath and stare into his eyes as I slowly say the words, "I do not know, I swear!"
This time he leaned into my space shouting, "Stop the act and tell me where you got it from! Stop wasting my time, tell me who you work for?"
"But I am telling you the truth... why do you not believe me?" I ask.
"There is no need to keep being nice to her because she won't tell you anything." One of the other men says, stepping forward with a briefcase in hand. I wondered what was inside, but once he opened the damn thing a shiver went straight down my spine. There were plenty of tools in that briefcase... all objects to cause pain. Phillips and flathead screwdrivers... knives... guns... even large screws the size of one of my hands, hammers, and many other tools that looked just as intimidating that I was unsure of the name of. He walked up to it and picked up one of the knives, I flinched as the light glistened off its sharp surface.
"Then let's hope this works..." he says as he steps back up to me.
I watched him draw closer to me holding out that knife, Tears began falling down my face. "Please... don't do this! Please... just stop!" I pleaded with the man. "I don't know anything about that damn flash drive; I don't even know who you are. So please, don't hurt me!" I cry out as I struggle against the binds trying to free myself from the rope that held me to the chair.
The guy says, "Quiet! I have heard enough of your lies.." before he places the knife against my throat, I narrow my eyes at him as I take in a deep gulp of air. Blinking away the tears that were starting to fall. "Speak up... or I will have to slit your throat!" he commanded, pressing the blade into my skin. I flinched as I felt the blade cut into it and feel the warm drops fall down my throat from where he cut.
I glance into his eyes, tears falling down my face... "Please, I swear to god that I don't know..."
When I felt the stinging pain in my stomach, I quickly saw him straightening upbringing his hand back toward his body before realizing that he had just punched me in the stomach. With the pain, I wanted to curl into myself and hide from it all... but because I was tied up to the chair, I couldn't. I couldn't fully comprehend what was happening to me, as his fist struck me again in the stomach harder than before. I coughed up a little blood this time... they were torturing me, and I cringed at the thought. "TELL ME THE TRUTH DAMNIT!"
Trying to form the words, I widen my eyes at him in fear. Tears streamed down my cheeks, not knowing how to convince him to stop this madness. I kept to the truth, "I promise you, I did not..." and then suddenly I felt another punch, except this time he removed the knife from my throat and punched me right in the face. The punch itself caused my head to fly backward before swinging forward again. My face screaming in pain, I had to force myself to say something. "Please... s-stop... I can't take it anymore!"
"So spill the beans; the truth this time because I really don't want to keep getting physical with you, I hate hitting girls," he growls.
Once again, I glance up at him, hoping that truth sinks into his thick skull. I was having a hard time breathing because of the repeated punches, it hurt me to even inhale. "I am telling you the truth... I have nothing to do with that flash drive!" I could hardly breathe because of the pain in my throat.
In response to this, one of the other two says, "Let me try..." as he takes the knife from the other man, his face full of hateful anger. I watched as a sinister smile spread across his lips as he approached me. I widen my eyes at him as he holds out the knife in front of me. As I stared at this man, tears ran down my face as I uttered "please...d-don't do this..." Another sob escaped my lips.
"Enough, I don't want to hear any more from this bitch... Just do it!" the first guy says, and then suddenly I feel a sharp ache in my thigh. With blurry eyes straining with tears I glance down at my thigh now dripping with blood. Blood was smeared on my pants. Why did these guys do this to me? What were they trying to achieve? I stared up at the man as he pulls the knife out of my thigh, I let out another scream. "Why don't you speak girl?! he asked.
"Perhaps she is so well trained that nothing can get through to her, that would why we can't reach her," he says in frustration. "We have to keep trying until she tells us the truth; the boss won't be happy if we go to him without any information."
He stared blankly at me, "Then do what you need to do to get her to talk!"
I gulp down air as he turned back to me, then I felt the pressure from his hand pressing down on my wound... he sticks his finger inside the wound he had made in my thigh causing me to scream out in pain. "Tell us the truth girl!"
"Please stop... I-I can not handle this..." I start to plead with them yet again, but suddenly I feel my head grow heavy and by the time the darkness enveloped me I had drifted off, trying to escape all the pain he was inflicting on me.
When I regained consciousness, I had no idea exactly how long I was out. Opening my eyes slowly, I quickly realized that I was indeed still in that chair, still in that room... I was kidnapped for information I did not possess. Every part of my body was screaming out in pain at me, A burning sensation rose in my thigh. I glanced around, blinking quickly as the light streamed into my eyes. Even after I opened my eyes, I noticed that those same men were all still in the room, whispering amongst each other at a table in the far corner of the room. I couldn't hear what they were saying... Upon seeing them, fear engulfed me, my heart began to race. I started thrashing around trying to get out of the rope and chains that had me tied to the chair. I wanted to escape... I had to escape! My life depended on it, however, my efforts were in vain. I was stuck.
They noticed my movements and approached me, "Good, you're awake. Why are you giving us such a hard time?" one of them asks, he was the one who's done the most harm to me. He narrowed his eyes at me saying, "If you don't start telling us the truth, then the next time you close those precious eyes of yours will be the last time." he spoke with a tone filled with venom. "I promise you, girl, you'll be dead and buried in the ground,"
"Ben... go ahead and continue talking to her. I am going to go and inform Boss that she is awake!" he replies before turning and leaving the room. I stared up at Ben as he approached me again.
"Okay, let's start this again." his words made me tremble, not knowing what to say back to him to make him understand that they had the wrong girl. I didn't know anything, I am innocent. But they just said that they were going to kill me if I don't start talking, so what should I say? "Tell me what he wants you to do against us? Tell me why he gave you the flash drive, tell me what your orders are?" he demanded, but I didn't reply. I couldn't really say anything as I didn't know anything and he wasn't accepting the truth. "This is the last time I am going to ask nicely, What does he want you to do against the boss?" his voice boomed, but I did not respond. I didn't even think it was worth it to say anything to this man, because he doesn't want to see that I am innocent.
As he punched me again, it sent pain coursing through my already bruising face causing me to wince with the pain. I look up at him, tears streaming down my already wet face... I didn't think I could handle any more pain. For the first time in my life, I was touched in such a profound way. "GO TO HELL... YOU THINK THAT YOU KNOW EVERYTHING! YOU KNOW NOTHING... AT LEAST NOT ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT YOU HAVE AN INNOCENT GIRL HERE. I DON'T KNOW WHO THIS GUY YOU KEEP ASKING ABOUT IS, BUT I AM AT THE POINT THAT I SURE HOPE HE DESTROYS YOU ALL... EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!" I finally yell out at him, my throat burning through the tears and the pain.
I cried out in pain as he landed yet another punch to my stomach. "You really will not tell me the truth here... huh? Why not?" he asks punching me in the stomach again. Once more, I coughed out blood... staining my shirt. Great now both my shirt and pants are stained with my blood. The pain I was in all but drained my energy level, I wanted to yell at him and get him to stop but I couldn't.
"STOP!" suddenly I heard a deep voice cut through the commotion in the room. The guy stopped in his tracks, glancing back towards the now open doorway... towards the source of the voice. Relaxing was out of the question now... I knew it wasn't safe here, I had to leave as soon as possible.