The Chronicles of Andrainea: Darkness Falls

After my little scene in my cell the guards took me to the chamber of horrors, the chamber of torture and sometimes even death. As they strapped me down to the cold, metallic table, I could smell the rotting leather of the restrain straps and the putrid stench of the congealed blood that bathe the place. The once black walls were nearly brown and red from the constant torture that went on in this place.

I could feel the pinching of the leather bindings as the guards tightened the straps tighter than necessary and I knew they enjoyed it. The fuckers. Yet, I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me flinch. No matter the pain that was dealt to me. I would not flinch or even scream. I knew that would only make things worse, but I absolutely refused to give in. I would rather take a thousand lashings and cuttings on my body than give into these twisted, mind fucks.

So, with my eyes looking straight at the ceiling I awaited my punishment. I began to wonder what it would be. I knew they had an assortment of toys at their disposal. Anything from hand held tazers to ancient weaponry. I could hear their happy, gleeful laughter as they talked about what they were going to choose. As if they were trying to frighten me. They could do their worse to me and I would not care.

Maybe this time I would die and finally be free. However, I knew that I would not die. I would just get new scars and be thrown deeper into the bowels of hell. I knew that is where I will go and soon I will not be able to hear the sounds of the screams coming from "The Doctor's" den of insanity. I did not know if that would be a blessing or a curse. I could only lay here and await my fate.

Soon I was feeling the bite of steel upon my skin and I heard the giggling of the guards. The dirty fuckers were getting aroused by their actions and I knew soon one of them will do something I abhorred more than anything. I felt my heart sink lower and I felt what was left of myself slowly seep away. Tears were long dried up and I could no longer shed them. So, I laid their as each one took their pleasure from me in any fashion they pleased.

It seemed like days I laid their receiving my punishment, but some how I knew it had only been a few hours at the most. I could feel them getting tired of my lack of reaction and soon all torture stopped. I knew what was coming next. The hot salt they loved so much. Soon I will feel the scorching of the salt as they poured it all over my body and soon I would hear them laughing while they bandaged me up. Letting the salt scar my skin. If I wasn't all ready scarred enough. The fuckers.

I didn't smell the salt or even the scent of clean gauze. Instead I heard the voice that made my stomach clench in knots and nearly made me puke from the very sound of.

"That is enough. No need to scar her any more than she all ready is. Bring her." he said with quiet admiration in his voice.

I knew my body was all ready healing. I could feel my skin closing back up quickly enough. It was like my body was covered in zippers and they were closing all at once. It was a sensation that I had to get use to. The feeling was so unnatural that when it first happened I went into convulsions from the unnerving feeling of it all. Now, I tried not to move as I let my body now do what it was created to do. Heal.

I could hear the guards shuffling lightly around, putting their toys away and getting ready to move else where. Soon the bindings were released and I felt rough hands again jerking me to my feet. I was not ready for it and I fell to my knees. One of the guards took the opportunity to kick me square in the stomach and I felt my breath leave my body in a whoosh.

"I said enough! I want her coherent for what I got planned!" I heard "The Doctor" yell at the guards as I laid their trying to get my breath back.

All to soon I was jerked to my feet. I began to stumble as they began dragging me to the door that lead out of the chamber and into the hallway that lead to a new torture. I kept my head down as I tried to keep pace with the guards who held me. Every once in a while I would slip and almost fall. I heard the cussing of the guards as they jerked me up back on my feet. I would then hear "The Doctor" scream and tell them to be careful.

Fuck me. As if they were ever careful. As if "HE" was ever careful. If I wasn't so exhausted from it all, I would have laughed out loud at the irony of the words he spoke. Yet, I didn't even have the energy to manage a soft chuckle much less a full blown laugh. I kept praying to whatever deity that was listening that my death would come swiftly and mercifully. I knew that I would not get my wish. I knew deep down, to the very core of my broken, abused being that I would live to see what happened to me next.

It seemed we had been walking forever down hallways and through doors. Every once in a while they would pause, swipe their cards for clearance, and I would breathe a small breath of relief. Just to be able to dig deep and to keep moving one foot in front of the other.

I began to notice the different smells of the place. The further we went, the cleaner the place smelled. I could even smell the cleaning agents they used on the glistening, white floors. The very floors I was leaving tracks on. I could almost hear the disgruntlement of the maintenance people as they gazed at the mess I was leaving behind. I was beginning to get very worried. I was never allowed past the torture chamber before. This part of hell was different.

I began looking nervously around at the random people and the shocked looks on their faces. Some even crossed themselves as I passed. I was bewildered. I didn't know what was going on. If I had the energy, I would struggle and try to get away. Just so I could return to my cage. My safe little cage. I would give anything to return there right now. I feared now for what was left of the life living inside of me and I didn't want it to be snuffed.

I began to weep tears and make small noises of distress. I felt the hands holding my arms tighten painfully and I could feel bruises forming. Then feeling those bruises swiftly healing. The sensation put my mind into over drive. I began screaming. Nothing coherent would come out of my mouth. Just random, croaking growls, grunts, and screams. I sounded as if I had truly lost my mind.

I started to make a scene. I could feel the eyes of several humans staring down at me. I heard many mumble "animal" or even "mongrel". Maybe I was these things. I certainly could believe it now.

Soon I felt them stop and I began to weep louder. Frightened beyond recognition. I could almost feel "The Doctor" turn towards me. I felt a gentle hand touch my chin and left my gaze up to his. I could see the cold, stony eyes of "The Doctor" as they peered straight into the dark depths of my soul. I began to shutter and quickly hushed my theatrics. I saw his lips turn up into a cold, calculated smile. I knew I gave him exactly what he wanted.

I damned myself to the very lowest pits of hell as that slowly came into my befuddled brain. I felt the hot coals of anger flare into a full blown maelstrom of rage. I reached out with my teeth and bit "The Doctor" right on the hand. I bit down so hard I felt the metallic taste of blood spurt into my mouth. I groaned from the pleasure of inflicting the wound on my most hated enemy.

"Shock her! Get her to turn me loose! Quickly now!" I heard "The Doctor" scream at no one in particular.

I felt the jolt of electricity as it light me up inside. I didn't let go though. I clamped down harder and felt more blood leak into my mouth. I refused to let go. I didn't want to give him the pleasure of getting a certain reaction out of me any more. I would never stoop down to that level again and I knew I would pay dearly for this. But, I did not care. All I wanted to do was end the very existence of which gave me pain. Life.

Soon I felt the bite of a hand as "The Doctor" back handed me brutishly across the face and I felt my teeth rattle in my head. Yet, I still did not let go. I held on for dear life. I even felt the guards let go of me as they tried to pry my mouth from his hand. None could get me loose. No matter what they tried.

I looked slowly up at "The Doctor" and grinned while I had part of his hand in my mouth. I wanted him to know I gained pleasure from this. I wanted him to see I would never break and bend to his maniac desires. That I still had the spirit to fight him every step of the way.

"HE" looked down at me with those cold eyes and I swear they turned the color of blood before my very eyes. I could feel the rage that was inside him. His favorite toy was rejecting him and that did not please him at all. I knew that whatever he had planned for me was going to be brutal now. But, I would never take back what I had done. Never.

Slowly my mouth gave way as I lost the energy to keep my mouth clamped on his hand and I felt the brutal bite as he slapped me across the face again. I fell to the floor in a disregarded heap and I began to chuckle softly.

"Shut up! Shut up! I shouldn't allow you even to live!" I could hear him get excited and could almost hear the spittle drooling out of his mouth as he spoke.

"Then kill me." I croaked as I laid there with a smile on my face.

I could hear his heavy breathing as he tried to calm himself down. When he regained his composure he looked over at the guards that were standing closest to me.

"You there! Get her and put her into environment 102-3B! Let us see how well she survives that." I could hear his smug smile as he motioned for a nurse to come wrap his now injured hand.

I felt the guards jerk me harshly off the floor and onto my feet. I heard the "fwish" and "boop" of the mechanical lock system as the guards opened the door to the environment. Whatever the hell that was. No sooner than they done that they shoved me harshly on my back.

I began falling, falling down into the depths of darkness as the door slide quickly shut. Leaving me to wonder my fate in a matter of seconds as I fell through the inky darkness. Soon I felt something like water greet me on my front side with a hard splat. I sunk quickly below the unknown liquid as I temporarily forgot how to swim. I knew there was no air and my lungs burned. It gave me the energy to paddle and struggle back to the surface.

I broke the surface with a whoosh and gasped greedily at the air. I could not see anything. All I could see was the long stretch of darkness all around me and all I could hear was the erratic beat of my heart.