Chapter 3 My doom

The first day in that cold, barren room was agonizing. But it was nothing compared to what followed. At first, it was the silence that suffocated me, pressing down like an invisible weight. Hours passed-though they felt like days-with no food, no water, no sign of what they planned to do. My wrists, raw from the iron cuffs, throbbed with each slight movement.

Someone help me

At some point i felt claustrophobic as the walls seemed to close in, their dull, gray expanse offering no comfort, no distraction from the chaos swirling in my mind. Questions echoed in my head, relentless: 'Why me? How far will they go?'

Someone help!!

By the time the man finally entered the room, I had already begun to feel the cracks in my resolve. He stepped inside with an air of authority, his neat sandals tapping against the concrete floor. His hands were clasped behind his back, his expression cold and calculating. Behind him stood two of his bodyguards, large and imposing, their faces covered with blank masks.

"Still holding out, are we?" he said, his voice calm but laced with menace.

I didn't answer. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

He chuckled, a low, chilling sound. "Ah, the silent treatment. That's fine. I don't need words to know what you're thinking." He smirked.

He gestured to one of the men, who stepped forward with a metal bucket. I tensed, my heart pounding as the man approached.

No... wait, is he gonna rape me

No..... No......

Without a word, he tilted the bucket, and a cascade of ice-cold water crashed over me.

The shock stole my breath for a while gradually, as my body jerked involuntarily at the freezing liquid which soaked through my clothes and pooled around me on the floor. My teeth chattered as I gasped for air, the cold seeping into my body.

Fuck.......

"That," the man said, crouching down to look me in the eye, "is just the beginning. You can end this anytime, you know. Just say the words. Agree to what I want, and you'll have all the food, warmth, freedom you desire. Doesn't that sound nice?"

I glared at him, my body trembling uncontrollably. "Go to hell," I croaked, my voice barely more than a whisper.

His smile faded instantly, replaced by a look of cold disdain. "Have it your way," he said, standing and motioning for his men to follow him out.

The door slammed shut, and I was alone again, shivering in the puddle of icy water.

Without windows, it was impossible to tell how much time had passed. The man returned again, flanked by his two guards. This time, one of them carried a small pitcher of water and a piece of bread. My stomach clenched painfully at the sight of the food, my body screaming for nourishment.

Help..... I need help.

I couldn't bring myself to screaam for help. This was destabilising.... No every moment was destabilising. My throat hurts so much and I couldn't contain the pain but there is nothing I could possibly do about it.

"Are you ready to listen?" the man asked, his tone casual, almost bored.

I stayed silent, my eyes fixed on the bread.

He sighed. "Oh, youll only starve to death". He pronounced as he noticed me staring hungrily at the bread. "Stubbornness isn't going to get you anywhere, darling. But I suppose you'll have to learn that the hard way."

He nodded to the guard, who placed the pitcher and bread on the floor just out of reach. My hands were no longer bound, but the chain connecting my cuffs to the wall was too short to allow me to reach the food.

"Go ahead," the man said with a smirk. "Take it. It's yours."

I lunged for it, desperation overriding my better judgment. The chain jerked taut, the cuffs biting into my wrists as I stretched toward the bread. The excruciating pain made me groan aloud.

This is not funny...

My fingers grazed it, but it was no use. The food was just far enough away to be unattainable.

The man laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that echoed in the empty room. "Pathetic," he muttered. He motioned to his guards, and they picked up the bread and water, carrying them out of the room.

My oesophagus itched as the bread left my sight. My stomach sang in anticipation for food which will never come.

"You can eat when you've earned it," he said before the door closed behind him.

As he left, my stomach churned more, By now the hunger was already unbearable. My stomach twisted in knots, and my head throbbed from dehydration. Every movement sent waves of pain through my body, but I refused to cry out instead my inner self cried in torture.

Someone help me....... Help me... please....

Tears flowed carelessly down my eyes, my eyes burning and itching as hell.

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The man returned yet again after about an hour, this time alone. He carried a small, black case, which he set on the floor in front of me.

"Let's try something different," he said, kneeling to open the case. Inside was an assortment of tools-pliers, a small knife, and other implements I couldn't identify.

My heart raced as he picked up the pliers, turning them over in his hands. "You know," he said conversationally, "there are many ways to persuade someone. Pain is just one of them. It's effective, though. Would you like to see?"

I stared at him, my fear barely concealed. "You're insane," I barked, spitting on him countless lyrics until a hot desperate slap kissed my cheek.

He smiled. "Maybe. But you'll find that insanity gets results."

He reached for my hand, and I tried to pull away, but the chain held me in place. He grabbed my wrist, his grip like iron, and pressed the pliers against one of my fingers.

A shrill cry erupted out my mouth with so much agony.

"Last chance," he said, his voice calm. "Agree to what I want, and this ends now."

I clenched my teeth. "No.....," my eyes pulped out of its socket in agony.

His expression darkened, and he tightened the pliers around my finger. Pain shot through me, sharp and blinding, as he applied pressure. I opened my mouth wide, screaming with so many emotions fixed to it. Pain, frustration, regret, the past and self guilt. The tears could only stream down my face helplessly.

"Stubborn," he muttered, releasing my hand. "But everyone has a breaking point." He spat at my breaking figure, storming out in anger. "I will be back,".

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The second day was a blur of pain and humiliation. They didn't just hurt me-they dehumanized me. This man seemed to take pleasure in breaking me down, his methods growing more twisted with each passing hour. Where did he get all these tools and hurting skills from, he's nothing but an animal.

I hate you.......

He made me kneel on the cold concrete floor for hours, my legs shaking with the effort to stay upright. If I collapsed, one of his guards would haul me back up, their hands rough and unfeeling.

"All you have to do is say yes," the man repeated, his voice like poison dripping into my ears. "One little word, and it all stops."

I glared at him through bloodshot eyes, my lips already dry from dehydration."No.... Let me be,".

He sighed dramatically. "Fine. Have it your way."

He nodded to one of the guards, who stepped forward with a length of rope. They tied my hands behind my back and looped the rope around a hook in the ceiling, pulling it tight until I was forced to stand on tiptoe to avoid the strain on my shoulders.

The man watched me struggle, his expression impassive. "Do you know what I see when I look at you?" he asked.

I didn't answer, my focus was on staying upright.

"Nothing," he said. "I see nothing. You're just a criminal. A pawn. A means to an end. You should be thanking me for giving you a purpose."

His words cut deeper than any blade, and it really hurt me.

By noon, I was broken as he released the ropes that was used to tie my hands behind me

My body was weak, my mind a haze of pain and exhaustion. He had deprived me of everything-food, water, warmth, dignity. The man's voice was a constant presence, taunting me, tearing me down piece by piece.

"Are you ready to listen now?" he asked, standing over me.

I lay on the floor, too weak to move. My lips were cracked and bleeding, my throat too dry to speak.

He crouched down, tilting my chin up to force me to look at him. "Say the words," he said softly. "Say you'll marry him."

I was weak. I couldn't take it anymore, this was hell. Tears filled my eyes as I nodded weakly. "I'll do it," I whispered, the words barely audible, the tears finally flowing down my face.

A triumphant smile spread across his face. "Good girl," he said, patting my cheek.

He stood on his feet and motioned for his guards who were standing outside the thick dark door I didn't take note of since I entered this torture hole, he told them to unchain me. My body collapsed to the floor, too weak to support itself.

"You've made the right choice," the man said as he walked toward the door. "Rest now. You'll need your strength for what's to come."

As the door closed behind him, I lay there, my mind numb with defeat. I had given in, but deep inside, a flicker of defiance remained.