TW: She gets tortured in this chapter ⚠️ you can skip or read at your own discretion. I warned you.

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Way Out

I S A B E L L A

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Itwas much colder than before, without the few layers that I'd had on, it was borderline freezing. He had untied me from the chair which took me by surprise but before I could get any hopes up, I felt a cold chain clamp around my ankle.

"Well? Aren't you going to try and run?" He asked, standing there with an amused smile on his face.

I knew that it wouldn't get me anywhere. He was asking it just to see me try and fail and I didn't want to give him the satisfaction but, his eyes were trained on me so intensely that I couldn't help but want to try. There was this big IF that I knew as wishful thinking but I couldn't help but try. What if the chain somehow fell apart and I did escape?

He erupted in laughter as he watched me speed off towards the door, only to fall over when I couldn't go any further. The chain was connected to the other side of the wall that I was trying to run away from. I had gotten so close to the door but I couldn't go any further. He pulled at the chain, dragging me back towards him. He crouched over me and lifted my head by my hair,

"Do you understand?" He asked coming closer to my face, he slowly leans down. I could feel my body tensing up as he chuckles. "You're never getting out of this room so you can kiss the outside goodbye."

He stood up and walked to the other end of my body. His cold slender hands wrapped around my ankle tightly and I heard a loud crack. My scream echoed through the room as the pain shot up my body. I kicked desperately with my uninjured leg as he moves to grab it and I could hear a low growl emit from his mouth.

It was terrifying enough to make my heart stop. I could feel my bones crushing in his grip as he grasped me. I knew that my body was going to heal almost immediately but, it still hurt enough to make me unable to stand.

"That's weird..." He mumbled to himself, "You heal pretty fast, huh? Should I break them again...?" He took the knife from his pocket and dragged it down my leg and stopped when he reached my foot, "Or should I just cut them off?"

My eyes widened and I cried out as I felt his knife slowly piercing my skin. It dug into my leg and he snorted before pulling it back out. "Just kidding!"

He stood up laughing and walked to the other end of the room. The sound of metal screeching against the floor rang in my ears as he pushed a table towards me. He unzipped a leather bag that was lying on top of the bed and a ton of knives fell out. A couple of them slid off the table dropping onto me.

"Whoopsies." He said walking back toward me. He picked up the few knives that had slid off the table and grabbed my hand. Slowly by slowly, he pushed each one of them into my fingers, pinning my hand to the floor. He twisted and tugged at them until I screamed again, his eyes carefully watching to see if the wounds would heal after he pulled them out.

He kept repeating the same thing, watching my body restore itself over again. There was a pool of blood surrounding me, my hair was even soaked in it. He sighed and tossed the bloodstained knives back onto the table. He stood up and rubbed his boots into my face, pushing me down on the floor while he let out a loud laugh,

"It's no wonder everyone so fixated on you. This is exciting me and I've barely done anything ."

I felt like I was going to die. My body wasn't going to continue keeping up with the constant torture that he was inflicting on me. How long was this going to go on? It felt like hours have gone by since I've been chained in this room with him... How much longer did I have to endure this?

What did I do to deserve this?

Panic spread through me as he grabbed a syringe from his bag and filled it with a green liquid.

"P-please don't..." I managed out weakly, making him smile widely. He bent down and held it over my neck, harshly jamming it all down in just a few seconds. Screams filled the room before I could register that they belonged to me. It felt like I was being sliced open on the inside. He watched with marvel in his eyes as I cried out in pain. I was choking on my blood as I coughed it up.

"Aren't you going to beg me to make it stop?" He taunted, "I want you to beg me like a fucking dog. That's what you called us right?"

That sent anger running through me. It reminded me of when Cole said words similar to those to me. I could feel the shame of it all over again, when I did as he told me. I didn't want him to say the same things as Cole... He wasn't the same as him, but I could feel myself starting to despise him. Tears were welling up in my eyes again as the pain spiked inside me.

I felt a harsh slap across my face and I gritted my teeth. "Did all that screaming make you lose your voice? Should I cut out your tongue since you can't speak now?"

I hate this. I hate him. I hate this life.

Everything was turning a darkish red in my eyes. Before I knew it, my body was trying to switch to my other form. I could feel my fangs threatening to grow out in my mouth. It was getting too slow for my body to reheal itself in my human form. I grabbed onto his hand, my nails digging into his skin, making him yell out in shock.

He cursed under his breath as he yanked his hand away from my grip, blood gushing out his wound. "Oh...you're going to pay for that bitch."

I couldn't transform fully, whatever he injected me with along with the pain I was already feeling before made me too weak to do so. That didn't stop me from at least trying... I tugged at the chains with all the strength that I had left but it wouldn't budge a single bit. He twisted my arm behind my back and pulled on them until the noise of them dislocating sounded in the room. I tried biting back a scream but he continued breaking my arm every time it healed.

I wasn't going to be able to keep healing again and again.

He was completely enraged by my sudden outburst. He grabbed my head by my hair and ripped some of it out, causing blood to drip from my scalp.

"You're lucky I can't kill you." He whispered menacingly before shoving my face forward into the ground. My head was pounding and it felt like it was about to split open. I felt like I was about to die. My eyes were slowly closing and I could see the bottom of his shoes as he walked away, stained in my blood.

He was finally leaving but, I was too weak to move. The door was wide open and I desperately wanted to drag myself towards the bright light that was emitting from it...but it slammed shut soon after.

Even with him gone it still felt like someone was torturing me. My sobs were the only sound filling the room. I was alone.

And I've technically been alone all my life. Just when I'm finally figuring out the truth behind things and getting to accept it... It feels like any hope I had before of still having a good life came crashing down on me.

Cole left me and he wasn't coming to save me either. Theo couldn't possibly care that I'm gone. I'm sure that lady prefers me better off this way after I'd taken her from her family all those years. Julianna probably couldn't care less what my situation was.

I have to go through all this pain because of decisions everyone else made... Even my real mother. Who the fuck abandons their child like that?

Nothing's going to get better. Nobody really actually cares about me. I'm just dead weight to everyone until I die one day.

I don't remember when I fell unconscious, the last thing I can remember is crying myself till my eyes felt dry. I might have heard the door open, but I was already falling before I could see who it was.

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