Asylum
003. stairs.
KATHERINE’S POV
My wrists were securely tied together behind my back before the hessian bag was taken off my head. Gasping for a fresh breath, I choked the very moment I was able to get my first deep inhale and shut my eyes, leaning back heavily once I realized I was seated. Crossing my ankles and knocking them lightly against a chair leg, I quickly returned to sitting how I had been once I came to notice that my legs were free and fluttered my eyes open just the slightest to make out that I was in a dark room with the red coated stranger.
Before I knew it, a television on a short podium was wheeled in front of me and turned on. Feeling a cold hand wrap around my neck from behind; I coughed loudly – a scent of cheap labelled whiskey becoming stronger and stronger over time.
“Watch this...”, an unfamiliar voice spoke of whom I couldn’t see, as the man in red picked up the remote and hit play for a video to commence before walking out of the room. Whoever’s grasp was still tightly around my neck remained still as the same brown paper bagged figured appeared on screen.
“Subject #17256, how nice of you to join me. I apologize for the lack of communication in detail on my behalf as to the reasons why you have been brought here – but alas, I was led to believe that you’d be the perfect specimen. Without further ado – your first test; combat ability..”
“Combat...”, I whispered beneath my breath as the screen turned blank.
Feeling fingers loosen from around my throat; I listened carefully as the stranger who stood behind me slowly walked around to stand boldly before me. He was tanned, with strong features – stood a little over 6 foot tall and had an air about him which just signalled all kinds of bad news. Tracing my eyes down from his jaw to the floor; trying my best not to make eye contact, my heart skipped a beat when I heard the buckle of his belt being undone. That was when I knew this wasn’t going to be fun.
Rubbing my wrists together in the hopes of causing abrasion to break through the ropes which had been used to tie them together, I watched on edge as the stranger began to unbutton the top of his trousers and slide his zipper down.
“Wha..what... what are you.. doing?”, I asked as quiet as a mouse, not waiting long to receive any kind of answer before I screamed the question as loud as I could.
With a sick chuckle coming of the back of his liquor coated throat, the stranger leant down – holding my head with his hands so that I was forced to look into his distinctive green eyes and brought his face so close to my own that all meanings off the word personal space had deteriorated.
“How about we have some fun?”, he asked with a slight slur brushing his lips dangerously against my own.
This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I thought of the term ‘combat ability’.
As the stranger dropped his trousers and pulled his shirt over his head I took the opportunity to lift my legs up and kick them out straight into his waist, causing the already slightly intoxicated man to hunch over in agony before I stood up and swung the wooden seat I was tied to around as I spun in a half circle breaking the piece of furniture against him.
“FUCKING BITCH...”, the stranger growled holding onto the side of his face, as I took the liberty of stepping through my restraints which had loosened and brought both my hands around in front of me. Without thinking twice, I picked up a chair leg off the ground and struck the stranger as hard as I could anywhere I could. Grabbing a hold of the piece of wood, the stranger forced me backwards against the door of the small cellar room and placed his hand in a strong grip forcefully around the middle of my neck again applying more pressure than I had the strength to cope with.
Flailing my arms about and kicking and screaming for someone to help as I felt a dry tongue glide roughly up the side of my neck, I looked down; tears swelling into the corners of my eyes as I caught a glimpse of a shiny metal object on the floor beside us.
A knife.
Kicking about to try and get the blade beneath my feet; I was forced to the floor with a rough push; my hair knotting and ripping out from between the strangers knuckles where he had me a hold. Falling near the knife, I crawled over it to conceal the weapon; waiting until the stranger got close enough to turn me over onto my back which I had hoped for and stabbed him in the side of the neck – pushing myself to my feet and running out of the room when I got the chance.
Down an equally dark hallway and turning right, I pulled at the rope restraints which had become quite loose hoping that they may break from wear and tear before I heard an army of footsteps rush my way.
Opening the door which I was closest to and hiding in the stair well it lead me to; I was quiet with every step I took. Daunted by the fact I still wasn’t sure where I was, what I was doing or why I was here.
Hearing an internal door open, I looked over the ballast to check if I could see anyone. Finally coming to peace with the fact that I might be alone for enough time to figure out what kind of trouble I was in, I felt an arm wrap around my waist and a hand cover my mouth of which my own flew to, not wanting to have a repeat of the events I’d escaped only minutes before.
“It’s okay....”, the voice said, “Just keep quiet.”
My wrists were securely tied together behind my back before the hessian bag was taken off my head. Gasping for a fresh breath, I choked the very moment I was able to get my first deep inhale and shut my eyes, leaning back heavily once I realized I was seated. Crossing my ankles and knocking them lightly against a chair leg, I quickly returned to sitting how I had been once I came to notice that my legs were free and fluttered my eyes open just the slightest to make out that I was in a dark room with the red coated stranger.
Before I knew it, a television on a short podium was wheeled in front of me and turned on. Feeling a cold hand wrap around my neck from behind; I coughed loudly – a scent of cheap labelled whiskey becoming stronger and stronger over time.
“Watch this...”, an unfamiliar voice spoke of whom I couldn’t see, as the man in red picked up the remote and hit play for a video to commence before walking out of the room. Whoever’s grasp was still tightly around my neck remained still as the same brown paper bagged figured appeared on screen.
“Subject #17256, how nice of you to join me. I apologize for the lack of communication in detail on my behalf as to the reasons why you have been brought here – but alas, I was led to believe that you’d be the perfect specimen. Without further ado – your first test; combat ability..”
“Combat...”, I whispered beneath my breath as the screen turned blank.
Feeling fingers loosen from around my throat; I listened carefully as the stranger who stood behind me slowly walked around to stand boldly before me. He was tanned, with strong features – stood a little over 6 foot tall and had an air about him which just signalled all kinds of bad news. Tracing my eyes down from his jaw to the floor; trying my best not to make eye contact, my heart skipped a beat when I heard the buckle of his belt being undone. That was when I knew this wasn’t going to be fun.
Rubbing my wrists together in the hopes of causing abrasion to break through the ropes which had been used to tie them together, I watched on edge as the stranger began to unbutton the top of his trousers and slide his zipper down.
“Wha..what... what are you.. doing?”, I asked as quiet as a mouse, not waiting long to receive any kind of answer before I screamed the question as loud as I could.
With a sick chuckle coming of the back of his liquor coated throat, the stranger leant down – holding my head with his hands so that I was forced to look into his distinctive green eyes and brought his face so close to my own that all meanings off the word personal space had deteriorated.
“How about we have some fun?”, he asked with a slight slur brushing his lips dangerously against my own.
This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I thought of the term ‘combat ability’.
As the stranger dropped his trousers and pulled his shirt over his head I took the opportunity to lift my legs up and kick them out straight into his waist, causing the already slightly intoxicated man to hunch over in agony before I stood up and swung the wooden seat I was tied to around as I spun in a half circle breaking the piece of furniture against him.
“FUCKING BITCH...”, the stranger growled holding onto the side of his face, as I took the liberty of stepping through my restraints which had loosened and brought both my hands around in front of me. Without thinking twice, I picked up a chair leg off the ground and struck the stranger as hard as I could anywhere I could. Grabbing a hold of the piece of wood, the stranger forced me backwards against the door of the small cellar room and placed his hand in a strong grip forcefully around the middle of my neck again applying more pressure than I had the strength to cope with.
Flailing my arms about and kicking and screaming for someone to help as I felt a dry tongue glide roughly up the side of my neck, I looked down; tears swelling into the corners of my eyes as I caught a glimpse of a shiny metal object on the floor beside us.
A knife.
Kicking about to try and get the blade beneath my feet; I was forced to the floor with a rough push; my hair knotting and ripping out from between the strangers knuckles where he had me a hold. Falling near the knife, I crawled over it to conceal the weapon; waiting until the stranger got close enough to turn me over onto my back which I had hoped for and stabbed him in the side of the neck – pushing myself to my feet and running out of the room when I got the chance.
Down an equally dark hallway and turning right, I pulled at the rope restraints which had become quite loose hoping that they may break from wear and tear before I heard an army of footsteps rush my way.
Opening the door which I was closest to and hiding in the stair well it lead me to; I was quiet with every step I took. Daunted by the fact I still wasn’t sure where I was, what I was doing or why I was here.
Hearing an internal door open, I looked over the ballast to check if I could see anyone. Finally coming to peace with the fact that I might be alone for enough time to figure out what kind of trouble I was in, I felt an arm wrap around my waist and a hand cover my mouth of which my own flew to, not wanting to have a repeat of the events I’d escaped only minutes before.
“It’s okay....”, the voice said, “Just keep quiet.”
Notes
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Oh god a year no update!!!!!!!!!!
4/9/17