“What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.”
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Now…
Jesse Montgomery
I HAVE BEEN tied to this pole for hours. I know he isn’t here because I heard the door slam few hours ago. My head is throbbing and body is aching from the deserved cruelty, I need to pee, and my stomach is growling from lack of nutrition.
I truly loved him, still probably do. He was my best friend, my knight in shining armour. We were finally free, then mother fucked it up. She wasn’t who I thought she was, hell, nobody was who I thought they were. Not even Danny.
The sound of laughter and stuff breaking startles me, and I stand the best I can being tied to a pole. The basement door opens, and light gleams down into the dark basement. Two sets of feet descend the stairs, and the hairs on my arm stand up. Who could be with him? What are they going to do to me? Is he going to share me? No.
Blonde hair comes into the light and I see who is accompanying Bane on his next assault. Her. The bitch that was at Bane’s house all those years ago. She looks me up and down, and smirks at my appearance. I’m still naked and exposed, but I’m not self-conscious, not anymore. Bane stands behind her noticeably intoxicated, but holding himself up normally. He seems to be somewhere else, someone else completely. I have gotten used to the darker side of Bane, his abusive, angry, vengeful self. But this is completely different. I study his face, he isn’t drunk, he looks drugged? His pupils are dilated and pale in comparison.
“Hello, little lamb” Cierra hisses as she worships my condition.
“W-what is going on” I look to Bane, in hopes he reveals something. But he remains stoic and unmoving.
She pulls her arm back and slaps me across the face, Bane laughs at her violent attach and comes and joins her.
He pulls a hair from my face and rolls it between his fingers.
“Time to scream, princess” he smarts.
He drops my hair and wraps a hand around my throat. Cierra smirks. Bitch. I kick my legs, trying to get lose.
Bane grabs me by the waist and stares into my eyes, not being able to discern what he is communicating.
“Bane” I whisper. He smiles and steps away.
Cierra pulls a knife out from her back pocket and walks towards me, she brings it to my stomach and slices shallow cuts across my belly. I scream in agony; the next one is much deeper. She is drawing something on my stomach and each cut hurt worse than the last. I feel the blood drain down my legs, as she continues to explore my flesh with the sharp metal. All the while, Bane is circling the scene, seeming to try and get the best angle. Cierra stops her slashing and Bane unties my binds, he drops me to the ground. I curl into a ball trying to protect myself. Cierra cackles a witching laugh. Bane watches on, not seeming to feel anything at my demise.
The blunt force of a shoe into my ribs causes me to lose my position, her heel rips into my abdomen, as each blow connects with other parts of my body. I am covered in blood and painful black and blue splotches already appear on my broken body. I hear bones cracking as she steps on my hand with her heel
, I scream for help, but none comes.
“Stop please, STOP” I beg, but they fall on deaf ears.
“Stop what?” she mocks.
He pulls my body so that I’m lying on my back and grabs a cylinder prod. I try to pull away, but small dainty hands wrap around my wrist, she is holding me down for whatever he is going to do to me. He smiles an evil gleam, he switches a button on the tool, electricity courses at the tip, he places it to my stomach and presses the button, volatile spasm wrack my body, causing bile to rise in my throat. I lean as much as I can and acid spills from my mouth. Cierra jumps up to miss the stream and kicks me in the side as punishment.
Bane smirks, he is playing with me, and from the look in his eyes, he is enjoying it. The discomfort becoming more than I can handle.
“Bane, please, stop, I can’t take anymore, it hurts, please” trying one last time to find his humanity.
I feel Ciera’s shoe connect with my ribs one more time, and instead of screaming in pain, I don’t feel anything. But Bane seems to feel everything, he looks tired now, guilty? Dejected. But he rights his emotions as soon as they appear.
“He doesn’t care, he never will. Your dead bitch” she sneers, “do it, Bane, she isn’t special, end her”
Cierra bends down and yanks me off the floor and pushes me into Bane’s arms, he holds me up enough like you would a used condom. He runs his hand down my face, and takes hold of my throat.
“You betrayed me” he states matter of fact.
“p-p-lease” I gasp. He squeezes tighter, my vison blurred. I am going to die.
“I’ll make it fast” he growls.
Blood is rushing to my head as I try to gasp for air, my lungs feel like they are about to explode. I scratch at his arms, trying to get free, but he is unmovable. Cierra turns, happy with the turn of events, she starts towards the door. But turns one last time, and takes a picture of Bane chocking me and sends it to someone. NO. She smiles and mouth the one word that will end everything. Star. Not that I should care, but if she succeeds, I would have lost everything for nothing. That was the last thing I saw, before nothingness. Is this death?