Aurora gasped awake. She didn't know where she was or how she ended up there.
She woke drowsy, her head aching with unbearable pain.
As she tried holding her head, a restraint held her hands back.
And it hit her.
She was back in the cell room and was strapped to a seat.
Glancing around closely, she noticed the walls were of another colour and this cell room was bigger.
It smelled like disinfectant and a hint of torture.
This wasn't the previous cell she was kept in.
She heard loud footsteps from outside.
Cold chills shoot through her spine as the hairs on her neck stood.
Her body shivered, not from cold but from what was about to come.
Or who?
The door burst open.
Black leather shoes walked in steadily, each step coursing fear through her whole body.
"Welcome back…Aurora."
She tried to scream but her throat tightened and burned with so many emotions she couldn't let out.
He stood in front of her, staring not a single word out.
How foolish of her to think she could actually escape here.
No matter how long she tries to run, she could never hide from him, or else…
He enjoyed the trembles and fear oozing from her as he fed on it.
Not physically.
"You keep digging up for yourself more danger."
He paused, lighting up a cigarette.
Staring he uttered no word, the silence in the room louder than the scrapes of metals on the floor of the cell.
He couldn't kill her yet but for sure – he would teach her a lesson. A simple one.
His skin crawled as he felt a sensation.
'They are close.'
But he needed to do something first.
"Before anything, let's have a little fun…"
***
Blood curling screams echoed in the whole room as she was lashed brutally with a hot metallic rod.
The scenery in front of him gave him the perfect pleasure as he relished in it.
He watched from afar as the torturer flogged the hot metal across her skin eliciting more scream from her.
Raising his hand, he ordered him to stop.
Everything stopped.
Aurora glanced up to know why, since she felt no hits anymore.
Although her skin burned with immense pain, the numbness suppressed it all.
Her body had gone through tremendous whipping, overpowered by weakness.
She spat out the slimy liquid which was forming at the back of her throat mixed with blood, stretching out to her already bloodied blouse.
"Where is she?" She asked, trembling and in pain as she spoke as clear as her voice could.
Viktor quirked a brow at her, his lips twitched at the corners a bit.
He trudged towards her, his footsteps resounding in the whole room. His fingers still holding the cigarettes between them.
He leaned slightly, his fists clenched onto the arms of the wooden seat firmly.
"You sure talk a lot for someone in a serious situation."
Patting the enforcer on the shoulder, he ordered him out.
As the door slammed shut, Viktor's glare sharpened.
His pupil slit and darkened in contrast to his bright red eyes.
"Killing you right now should be a piece of cake." Aurora scoffed but didn't dare say a word.
"I can feel them already near. But their little mutt won't make it out…"
The silence only thickened the tension in the cell.
The marks already burned had already burned her skin.
Anyone in their right senses would know the kind of pain Aurora was facing at this point.
From his view, this thrilled him in the best way possible.
With a lot in mind, he never entertained the aspect of not ending this idiot's life.
Having in mind what would happen soon, he already orchestrated a plan but only patience was all that was needed.
And of course to stall time.
Aurora hung her head low as the pain submerged her thoughts.
She stretched her fingers with unease because of the clamps around her wrists.
She ranked through her head for escape.
There was none she could fathom.
From the time in the passage, everywhere was clogged tight.
Her zeal for escape had already weakened at this point.
This creep in front of her, the cause of it all.
"What do you want from me…why me!? She spat.
Her breath got ragged with each word spoken.
Viktor slowly backed away. He had so many reasons to slit her throat and hang her body upside down for her blood to drop down slowly and feed on it.
To cut off her tongue am burn her alive watching her body on fire, and feed her carcass to the vultures.
What they had done to his mother and his mate can never be forgiven.
He sought revenge, and revenge he would get.
****
Sandra clenched her teeth tightly, stopping the crippling scream that tried to rip through her lips.
She'd woken up chained to a wall, with her feet at each end of a wooden surface on the wall.
Each movement caused her pain anytime she tried moving her wrist.
Any mistake could slice through her veins and kill her.
She had woken drenched in immense fear. The memories of her landing back here were in a blur.
Her throat itches with an immense burn as her lips twitch in pain.
What had happened.
What could they have done at this point?
She retched as her stomach tumbled.
Her arms had started to hurt and the sore in her body increased.
She pushed her head back, glancing around the place she was held hostage.
She had just noticed her surroundings.
It had that offensive odour of dirt and decayed compost.
The walls had stains of old blood and gore on it, with just a single window high up at the corner of the cell.
Her legs weren't chained like the last time.
The door screeched open slightly, resonating in a very uncomfortable sound as she lifted her head immediately hoping that it wasn't the same guy from her last encounter.
"Well, I guess you had so much fun that you came back here again." With heavy boots, he glided towards her.
He had on a mocking look, as his lips curved a little to the side.
The door slammed shut as he banged his boots against it.
Sandra just watched, she wasn't going to let this same man try any atrocities.
Her face contorted into that of skepticism not of fear.
The man before her arched an eyebrow, the smug look in his face not faltering.
"You must be a brave one…but here, there is no such." Grabbing a small transparent bottle with white liquid substance, 'Lewisite' written on it.
Sandra was no fool as she knew about this substance.
She couldn't believe that human beings would be this cruel to use such things on others.
"Is that fear I see? Maybe I should have brought it out as soon as I came in." He taunted, watching her reaction with a smug.
She kept silent, expecting the pain to come already.
She watched him set the syringe, pouring the liquid into an injection.
The man snatched one of her arm after he had loosened the chain.
Without wasting any time, he injected it into her veins.
Sandra bit down hard on her trembling lips. The pain had surged through her body but she knew this was just a pinch of the actual pain about to happen.
A few minutes went by, she was the only one in the room, the chemical had wrecked her body already, leaving her weak and helpless.
Slowly, she accepted the pain, and hugged the unconsciousness that engulfed her.