A Lost Life

Greg made his way up the stairs and into the guest room. When he went in and turned on the lights, he noticed Kylie’s body was being held up with nothing but her wrists. He walked over to her and put one hand around one of her wrists and the other underneath her arm raising her up to her feet. When she felt hands grabbing her, she screamed. His hand immediately covered her mouth. “Be quiet.”

Her breathing quickened. She did not recognize this voice. When he dropped his hand, Kylie asked, “Who are you?” Her voice was quiet and rough like she was having a hard time talking. “Where’s the other man?”

He never answered her questions. He was told only to check her out, and that was it. Besides, he did not feel like she needed answers, not to mention even thinking that she had a right to ask anything of anyone.

“Please.”

Raising his hand, he slapped her across the face. She whimpered and began to cry. Greg got on his knees and took out from the bag he brought with him a speculum. Right when he touched her thighs to spread her legs, she began squirming and screaming. He brought out a syringe already filled with the drug and stabbed it into her thigh causing her left leg to lose footing. Soon enough her body was completely frozen. Not one muscle would move.

Greg finished the exam noticing a few vaginal tears inside and on the perineum. He brought a clean wipe up to the tears and wiped over the area to prevent any bacteria from forming. He then spread on some vitamin E which soothed the pain but also helped in the healing process.

He put all his supplies away back in his bag and stood. He took one more glance at the girl chained to the wall before him then left.

Jason and Brad had already gone to bed when Greg came out of the room. He went downstairs to his office and dropped off his bag. When he walked back out, he heard two of the girls talking. He made his way over to the cell. Myra and Mallory were lying down on their cots when they saw Greg walk up to the bars. “What are you still doing up?”

“Can’t sleep,” Myra told him.

“You two need to stop talking, or I’ll send Jason down to deal with you.”

Giving him a questioning look, Mallory said, “Greg, is something wrong? We’ve been hearing a lot of screaming coming from upstairs.”

“What’s the new girl’s name?” Myra asked.

“Go to sleep.” Greg left and went upstairs, and found himself in his bed falling asleep, too.

Ryan returned about an hour after Greg went to bed. He was in very good spirits. He walked to the guest room and let himself in. He heard Kylie shift and he turned on the lights. He went up to her and whispered in her ear. “Did you miss me?”

Kylie tried to move away from him, but he just grabbed her and pulled her head up by her hair. He leaned in and roughly pressed his lips against hers giving her a bruising kiss. She fought against him, but he managed to insert his tongue into her mouth. She briefly thought of biting down, but he was expecting that and ended the kiss. “Play nice now.”

“Why are you doing this?” she asked softly.

A simple answer came from him. “Because I can.” He let her fall to the floor as he released her restraints. She barely caught herself. “Get on your hands and knees.”

“What?”

“Do it,” Ryan said quite calmly. Kylie raised herself up into the position, but she was shaking terribly. Ryan bent down and removed the blindfold from over her eyes. They squeezed shut as they were disturbed by the light. He gave them time to adjust before he told her to look over to her right. She frighteningly gasped.

In the corner was a cage just large enough to maybe fit two people but only tall enough to kneel in. Next to the cage were a small, yellow bucket and a medium sized bowl. On the wall, hanging from a rack, was what looked to her like a cane and a whip. On the top of the rack was an iron, wound rope, a plastic container of sorts and a leash. Next to it laid a collar. On the other wall was a glass case featuring an assortment of knives of different types: clip point, drop point, gut hook, bowie, skinning and caping. Every one looked custom made. The knives were what scared her the most. She never liked sharp objects. She did not even use a knife to cut her food.

Ryan saw her staring and said, “I see that you found my knife collection. I’ve always had a liking for them. I designed each one myself. I wouldn’t think that it would feel very good having one drawn against your skin. They’re quite sharp and expertly made for hunting.” He looked down at her shivering form and continued. “See the three on the left? They’re made specially for butchering.”

Walking over to the desk, he opened a drawer and took out a small ring of keys. He went to the cage and opened it. Kylie looked at him pleading, but he took no notice of it. “Crawl in.” Her hesitation was getting to him so he stormed over and yelled his previous command then kicked her in the side. She fell and curled into a fetal position holding her bruising ribs.

Ryan walked over to the rack and took down the whip and pointed it at her threateningly. “Get in the damn cage.” Making his way over, he raised his arm ready to bring the whip down on her back.

“Please don’t,” Kylie whimpered, tears streaming from her eyes. “I’ll do it.” She slowly got back on her hands and knees and crawled inside. The door slammed shut behind her, and she was locked in.

“Stay quiet and be good. I just might feed you tonight if you are.” Ryan left the room turning the lights off. Once again she was left in complete darkness in a place she would come to know as the "nightmare" room.

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A/N:
Yay I updated. lol Thanks sensei for your help with the ideas. You're awesome. I am planning the next chapter right now, and it will be up hopefully soon. I'll be moving in three days, so there may not be any updates on either of my stories for about a week or two until I get settled in. Problem is that it's going to be hard me being away from writing for that long. I'll probably make chapters in my notebook and post when I get the time.

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