Scars

A couple of days had gone by.I was still sitting in the cell in the same position asbefore.

My arms hurt like hell and i felt likethey would come off soon since they werechained up in the same position for days.I felt like shit my negative feelings ate at me from the inside of me. I wanted food.

No it's your guilt. But not their food of course. I knew that I could unchain my arms whenever they left I had already done it ahundred of times before when I was out onmy missions.I had been kidnapped a coupleof times and chained a couple of hundredof times.

Even if I did know how to escape I never actually did until I had the answers I needed. But this time were different.I didn't want to expose the real me.And also they had a fucking camera recording my every moveion the cell.One wrong movement or facialexpression and I would be exposed.I hadalready exposed that I wasn't scared of them.But they didn't know what I was capable ofor who I am.

So I still had to keep it low key. I heard footsteps come my way again.I was way too exhausted to concentrate my voice had given up again.I hadn't had any sleepsince the day I woke up in that room theyhad given me. So even if I wanted to speak up right now I couldn't anymore.

"Hello."Chester walked in with ruffled hair bags under his eyes but he still had a smirkplaying on his lips.

I knew he didn't enjoy to torture me yet hehad to.He knew somewhere deep inside ofhis heart that he had a soft spot for me butwhy? I nodded at him as a greeting back therewere no need to be rude.I smiled softly my eyelids dropped shut and I forced them toopen right back up.

"Just sleep why are you so stubborn? Evenwhen you saw the needle and realized you would blackout I saw pure horror in youreyes.Why won't you go to sleep?What are you so afraid of?"He asked me his voice soft and confused. He was onto me he had analyzed me for days.He knew something was up I and sleep were enemies.I refused to wake up withflashbacks and dreams that would fill me with guilt and eat on me.I refused. But I knew one other thing too.

They finally thought that I had broken down and thatI was on the verge of giving up.That's why I know that both Ahmir and Aiden are behind a screen somewhere upstairswarching and listened to the scene in front of them. I smiled weakly at Chester and just when his eyes softened and he showed me pity I gathered saliva in my mouth and spit towards him He looked at the saliva that flew at his shoe.

He stiffened glanced at the camera and thehe dropped his head in defeat. He squatted down to my level gripped ahandful of my hair and yanked my head back up.I grimaced at the pain.He loweredhis mouth to myear.

"T'm trying to fucking help you but yougive me no choice.If I go easy on you forthat Ahmir will personally come down here and make you talk even if you can't.Stupid bitch now I have to punish you."Hewhispered in my ear so only I could hear.Yet I didn't give a fuck. "Aiden come down here."He looked at the camera as he spoke.Just like that my formersusicion was confirmed.

They were there watching and analyzing.

Aiden was downstairs in just a minute.He had hurried down because of the excitement hefelt.On the way down he had lit his cigarette and unbuttoned his shirt.He knew that this time even Chester had grown impatient andhe just couldn't stop the excitement frm forming in his heart. So my plan worked.Instead of them breaking me I had made them think that they broke me.

Just so I could break theminstead so they could reveal what they wanted from me exactly. "Grab the tools and hand them over to me.We're going under the skin this time."Chester said as his voice held no emotion.

"I want to see scars on her body. Rip her flesh open."My father's voice rang in my head.Iclosed myeyes.Memories of how he would watch a little child scream as knives went in and out of her.How could he call himselfa father? I refused to give into Chester's torture.I'll just let him do whatever the fuck he wants. With my eyes closed I could hear the knivesand other tools clank against each other.I felt a cold item go under my baby blue ribbed shirt only to rip it wide open.I could also feel my pants get dragged down.Now I sat there totally exposed.The only thing Iwas weaaring was my black lace underwear. When I didn't feel any more movement Iopened my eyes.What the hell were theywaiting for?I looked down at my body scars from my father coveIsabellag a couple of places.Some of the scars were deep and long others were bleached and almost gone. "

"Ahmir get down here now "Chester said.I didn't look up I didn't want to see their facial expressions.I knew that they were shockedat what they were seeing.But they had seen worse right? A couple of minutes went by in awkward silence until Ahmir's hard voice was heard.

"I knew you couldn't do this. Fucking fuckme why the fuck are you calling me for? Want me to take over? I didn't know youwere this weak." I finally looked up in time to see Chester glareat Ahmir and point at me.Ahmir rolledhis eyes as he finally looked towards me. His eyes narrowed as he Chester and Aiden checked out every inch of my body.Ahmir suddenly squatted down to the same level asme to inspect my skin clearly. "Vecchio (Old)."He said voice low."Yet stillvisible."He stood up

.Take off the chainsand show me her dorso (back)." I finally looked at Aiden and Chester but as soonas my eyes met theirs I regretted it.Chester'seyes held so much pity to the point where lwanted to break loose and kill him.I hatedpity.People would always pity me as a childbut no one ever helped.Fucking cowards. Aiden's eyes held pity too but most of all theyheld curiosity.He wanted to know whatI had been through so he could taunt mewith it.It was another method of torture.Hesquirmed patiently as he waited for anyoneto figure out what the hell the marks on mybody meant.