Song: Burn- Pretty Reckless

I hear dripping water somewhere in the room. It sounds like it's coming from behind me but then again I am just not really sure because it almost has the echoing sound effect. My head is throbbing and the fucking sound only makes it pound harder. Not only is it dark as hell in here, it smells like mildew and a bad case of mold. I bat my eyes open to darkness and close them again before realizing I have no clue where the hell I am. My eyes open wide as I try to look around to see if anything is close by. It's so freaking dark in here. However as I look around I notice that there is only a slither of light on the other side of the room that looks like there is a door there. I can see shadows along the bottom as if someone is walking back and forth.

I try to move over to the door and that is when I notice that I can't go anywhere. What the hell. My wrists are tied above my head and my arms ache all the way down with a crazy tingling sensation from where they are starting to go numb. I try jerking down but the only thing that does is make my wrist hurt even more. I see footsteps on the other side of the door stop in front of the door. Within seconds I can hear the door unlock as if there is a need to lock it, it's not like I am fucking go anywhere. The door opens and I watch as several people walk in and I am sure by the outlining of them they are all men. I hear someone click on the lights and a low buzz that comes with it surrounds above me that only causes my head to hurt even more.

"Please leave us," he says hoarsely with a very strong Italian accent. His men walk back out of course glaring at me in the process and the last one closes the door behind him but glances back at me for one more look. The guy that stays behind is massive, about a good two fifty and looks to be mostly muscle, big and bulky. He walks with this slow gait as if he is in no hurry at all to get back over to me. I notice the way he plays with the gold ring on his middle finger as he slowly walks up closer to me. When he steps only about an inch in front of me, he reaches up and moves the strand of hair away from my face. "Do you know how long I have waited for this?" He says it like he has finally won something or just pure greed of holding me captive.

I nudge him off of me as I spit in his face. His hand braces around my neck and it squeezes just hard enough to cut off my air supply. "I will fucking kill you however I want him to see you suffer the way my wife suffered under his hands."

I am more focused on breathing at the moment than whatever the hell he is talking about. The moment he lets go, I gasp for air as I nearly cough up a lung. "Who the fuck are you and why the hell am I here?" I wiggle my arms but of course nothing happens. All I feel is numbness and pain all down my arm.

"Oh little girl...you will soon find out."

"You have the wrong girl...I'm no one," I snap back at him.

He reaches out for me and traces my jaw line with his fingers. "I know exactly who you are." I try to pull back but he grabs a hold of me with quickness of his reflexes. He holds so hard that I feel that he just might crush my jaw.

"Well then if you know who I am then who the hell are you?" I manage to say as he still has his fingers clenched into me. He let's go of me roughly, practically snapping my neck backwards.

He walks around me, not letting a finger off of me. I have that creepy crawly sensation come all over me. I'm not sure I like where this is going. When he comes back around he has this sinister look on his face. He reaches up and rips my shirt all the way off of my body exposing my black lace bra and panties. I totally forgot that I hadn't gotten all the way dressed when there was a knock at the door. "You won't be needing this."

I feel a shiver run all the way down my body as a knot starts to form in the back of my throat. "Please don't hurt me. I have no idea what this is even about. My parents can pay you anything you want. Just name your price." I continue to glare at him.

"Maybe I can show you then." He walks back around me and I hear something in the air and in seconds pain whips across my back. My whole body jerks forward as I let out a loud cry. He then walks back around and picks up my face forcing me to look at him. He ignores the stray tear that he forced out of me. "Your father loved torturing my wife. I have watched you grow over the years and I know he will come after you. I have waited so long for you to come here to Italy."

"Why now...you could have had plenty of opportunities over the years to take me...WHY NOW!" I cry out.

"I knew the day would come. My men saw your father's name on the hotel registry and I was hoping it was him and Scarlett here but I will take you instead my dear. God you are a beautiful girl. I can make so much money off of you."

"Not if you scar me. No one will want me then; will they now." I spit in his face again. This time his massive hand comes right across my face hitting the shit out of me practically knocking my eye out of its socket.

I watch as he wipes the spit off of his face with a handkerchief that he happens to pull out of his front pocket of his shirt. "Believe me...I can get a fortune out of you just by your name alone. Many men would like to get their hands on you my dear."

"Not when they realize that I am a married woman?" I snap back.

He shows no sort of expression on his face. "Believe me that won't matter."

"What if I told you that I'm not even their real daughter then, they adopted me?"

"Oh my dear you just don't get it do you, but you will. I left your father a message back at the hotel you were staying at. For each hour he doesn't come, I will come in here and give you one lash. Your father loved torturing the love of my life and now I will show him what that done to her by hurting you."

"You got to be fucking kidding me. Seriously we live over twelve hours away. You can't be fucking seriously you lunatic." I pull and tug down on the ropes were I am bound but that only rips into my skin more. I can feel the blood oozing down my arm.

"Oh...I am very serious. See you in an hour." He reaches back over to me and examines the necklace around my neck. He twirls his massive cold fingers around the chain and jerks it off. "You won't be needing this either," he smirks. As he walks out the room, he turns out the lights, leaving me once again in the dark. Maybe it's for the better this way so I can try to focus on other things rather than thinking about where I really am.

I assume an hour goes by because he walks back into the room. The door closes behind him as he flips the light on. The bright light hurts so bad that I keep closing my eyes to adjust to the brightness. He doesn't say a word as he walks behind me. I was hoping he was only kidding about earlier but he wasn't. My body jerks to life, with the sharp sting along my back from the whip as I let out another screech. I can feel the blood silently trickling down my back.

When he walks back in front of me he tilts my head up again. "Looks like he is going to be a while."

I'm still gasping for my breath but I manage to ask him, "Can I go to the bathroom...please...I can't hold it much longer."

He glances down at the floor and back up at me. "So go if you have to go."

"That is gross...please, surely you don't want me to pee all over myself or your floor. I will behave I promise."

"If you so much try anything I will hurt you do you understand," he growls.

I nod my head yes. I was hoping he was going to help me but he calls in two of his men. One unhooks me and my arms feel like they are going to fall off. I can't even feel them. The other man picks me up and carries me over to very small bathroom. He sits me right on the toilet and turns his back so I can go, except I have my panties on. "Hey...you...is there any way you can at least undo my hands so I can pull my underwear down."

He doesn't turn around. I pull and tug right to left, then right to left until I can get them down far enough to use the damn bathroom. Once he hears me all done he turns around and picks me back up to carry me back to the room. On the way back I try to get away by kicking him but he throws me hard on the floor. The other guy walks over and pulls my arms, dragging my ass back over to the chain that is hanging from the ceiling. The cold bumpy concrete floor digs into my back, pulling on the skin where he whipped me. I lean into him and attempt to bite him and I get slapped yet again. He jerks my hands over my head and adjusts the ropes just right for me to hang there all over again. I try to jerk myself free but it only cuts in deeper.

I hear him growl in the background, "That's enough. I warned you to be good and this is what you do." He punches me right in the side.

I close my eyes on impact taking in the pain and then I glare back at him, taking the hit like a champ. I smirk and then start laughing, "You have no idea who you are fucking with. They will come. They will find me and when they do you are going to wish to God you were never fucking born."

"Guess we will have to wait and see. See you in an hour." He winks as he turns to walk away from me.

I scream as loud as I possibly can while I pull and tug on the ropes around my wrist. It's pointless; I am never getting out of this.