11-12-2014, 02:21 PM
Splitting pain pierced Aria's head. She came to with a vile hand clutching the hair at the nape of her neck. She tried to move and get away but his grip only tightened. The feelings of ... evil ... radiated from this man. He was a monster, but not of the type she hunted. Aria could barely see anything, the pain throbbed in her head. She could barely focus as she was shoved behind a few barrels close to the wall. The man followed and the wall??? slide closed behind her. Aria could hear screaming, could feel the fear and pain of the girl she'd been feeling before. She wasn't screaming for release, it was a cry of pain. Aria knew the difference. Her body trembled with the girl's fear. The fear and pain were no longer intoxicating, they permeated Aria's psyche like they were her own. It overwhelmed her sense of self.
Guiding Aria through the labyrinth he built beneath his house, he spoke, but Aria couldn't focus on him, there was only the fear, the earth shattering fear. Her own fears, coming to the surface. She feared death, but a new fear emerged, one she'd never felt before, that of loss. Tears fell as Aria thought about not seeing Lucas again. The man laughed at her weakness. "So fragile. You shall be most exhilarating."
Aria struggled to remember what she was, who she was. To pull herself from the depths of the girl's fear, and her own.
He dragged Aria through each room. The first he thrust her into was his butchering room. Inside hung things you'd see in a meat shop. Except there was no hanging animals, Aria saw a foot lying in the corner discarded for whatever reason. There were fingers in a bowl waiting to be processed for some sinister purpose. The were organs in jars filled with something. Aria couldn't tell, as her stomach emptied its contents on to the floor.
Her natural reflex gained her freedom, but only for a moment as he flung her against the wall. Aria's breath was crushed from her chest and he backhanded her with the hand he'd been holding in her hair. Aria could taste the blood in her mouth, just as Father Stone had done to her. It was enough that Aria could pull herself out of the darkness of the fear inside. Aria tried to move quickly but he saw her move. Where was her sword?
The man moved quicker than he looked, he threw the butt of his rifle into her gut and Aria doubled over in pain.
He grabbed her again by the neck and moved her through the labryith again. The next room was even worse than the last. It was covered in things Aria didn't want to know what he used them for. But some of them were clear to her. None of them were nice. This was where he raped the girls, and from the looks of the blood stains on the floor he was not too pleasant about it.
Aria's mind wandered with the pain inside, to the things she'd done with Dane. To the pain they had inflicted, no that she had inflicted on the reporter. To the beginning of her end. The memories brought back those feelings. The darkness threatened to consume her. The need to hurt him, the need was beyond hurt, she wanted to kill him, and make him suffer, like he made these girls suffer.
Aria tried to fight back but she didn't have the strength needed or the leverage to do so. He held her so in the right manner her ability to fight was hindered. He was bigger and stronger, so it wasn't difficult to keep her that way. He was practiced in the maneuver it seemed.
The last place he wanted to show Aria was the girl who was screaming. He opened the door and Aria could clearly see a girl with red matted hair in a dirty silk nighty. Aria wondered if he'd dressed her up or found her that way. Aria's heart leapt into her throat, the girl was pinned to the floor with what looked like a bowling ball, or several. They were crushing her stomach, she could barely breath and yet she found the air to scream. Aria could feel the pain in the throat it was raw from screaming. The pain from the weight on her chest and stomach. The chains keeping her from moving the weights bit into the girl's wrists and ankles. Aria swallowed the bile that rose in her mouth at the sight, the pain was too much. The fear rose in her, her own fear.
He opened the door to the room next to the redhead and dragged Aria in. Chains hung from the walls and he grabbed a pair of manacles and fought with Aria as she tried to gain the right leverage. He took the manacle and clocked Aria across the face with it. "Hold still, bitch". By the time Aria had recovered from the blow he'd had her restrained with chains.
She heard the door lock behind her after he slammed it shut. Aria fell to the floor trying to maintain her being of self. A screen flipped on, the sound blaring the screams of yet another girl. Aria watched in horror as he did unspeakable things. Aria tried to focus on something other than the screen that lit the small room. There was barely room to lay down flat, much less do anything. The ceilings was barely able for her to walk under and came to an abrupt angle like a ceiling might do in the attic of the house, except this was underground.
Aria sought what Lucas had given her, sought the comfort of his strength. But it was not in reach. The pain and the fear and the hatred were the only things that mattered.
Aria heard him move the weights on the girl, dropping them someplace else with a thud that shook the walls. Dust and dirt rained from the ceiling. The chains were undone and the girls screamed as he hauled her away. Aria could feel the lust from the man. Aria closed her eyes and tried to block everything out, but she failed miserably, both screaming girls echoed in her head. She could only imagine the pain and fear from the recording that played. She could feel her own fear, the fear and the pain of the girl and all the horrid things he wanted to do to the red head. Aria had never know this type of fear... not ever!
Guiding Aria through the labyrinth he built beneath his house, he spoke, but Aria couldn't focus on him, there was only the fear, the earth shattering fear. Her own fears, coming to the surface. She feared death, but a new fear emerged, one she'd never felt before, that of loss. Tears fell as Aria thought about not seeing Lucas again. The man laughed at her weakness. "So fragile. You shall be most exhilarating."
Aria struggled to remember what she was, who she was. To pull herself from the depths of the girl's fear, and her own.
He dragged Aria through each room. The first he thrust her into was his butchering room. Inside hung things you'd see in a meat shop. Except there was no hanging animals, Aria saw a foot lying in the corner discarded for whatever reason. There were fingers in a bowl waiting to be processed for some sinister purpose. The were organs in jars filled with something. Aria couldn't tell, as her stomach emptied its contents on to the floor.
Her natural reflex gained her freedom, but only for a moment as he flung her against the wall. Aria's breath was crushed from her chest and he backhanded her with the hand he'd been holding in her hair. Aria could taste the blood in her mouth, just as Father Stone had done to her. It was enough that Aria could pull herself out of the darkness of the fear inside. Aria tried to move quickly but he saw her move. Where was her sword?
The man moved quicker than he looked, he threw the butt of his rifle into her gut and Aria doubled over in pain.
He grabbed her again by the neck and moved her through the labryith again. The next room was even worse than the last. It was covered in things Aria didn't want to know what he used them for. But some of them were clear to her. None of them were nice. This was where he raped the girls, and from the looks of the blood stains on the floor he was not too pleasant about it.
Aria's mind wandered with the pain inside, to the things she'd done with Dane. To the pain they had inflicted, no that she had inflicted on the reporter. To the beginning of her end. The memories brought back those feelings. The darkness threatened to consume her. The need to hurt him, the need was beyond hurt, she wanted to kill him, and make him suffer, like he made these girls suffer.
Aria tried to fight back but she didn't have the strength needed or the leverage to do so. He held her so in the right manner her ability to fight was hindered. He was bigger and stronger, so it wasn't difficult to keep her that way. He was practiced in the maneuver it seemed.
The last place he wanted to show Aria was the girl who was screaming. He opened the door and Aria could clearly see a girl with red matted hair in a dirty silk nighty. Aria wondered if he'd dressed her up or found her that way. Aria's heart leapt into her throat, the girl was pinned to the floor with what looked like a bowling ball, or several. They were crushing her stomach, she could barely breath and yet she found the air to scream. Aria could feel the pain in the throat it was raw from screaming. The pain from the weight on her chest and stomach. The chains keeping her from moving the weights bit into the girl's wrists and ankles. Aria swallowed the bile that rose in her mouth at the sight, the pain was too much. The fear rose in her, her own fear.
He opened the door to the room next to the redhead and dragged Aria in. Chains hung from the walls and he grabbed a pair of manacles and fought with Aria as she tried to gain the right leverage. He took the manacle and clocked Aria across the face with it. "Hold still, bitch". By the time Aria had recovered from the blow he'd had her restrained with chains.
She heard the door lock behind her after he slammed it shut. Aria fell to the floor trying to maintain her being of self. A screen flipped on, the sound blaring the screams of yet another girl. Aria watched in horror as he did unspeakable things. Aria tried to focus on something other than the screen that lit the small room. There was barely room to lay down flat, much less do anything. The ceilings was barely able for her to walk under and came to an abrupt angle like a ceiling might do in the attic of the house, except this was underground.
Aria sought what Lucas had given her, sought the comfort of his strength. But it was not in reach. The pain and the fear and the hatred were the only things that mattered.
Aria heard him move the weights on the girl, dropping them someplace else with a thud that shook the walls. Dust and dirt rained from the ceiling. The chains were undone and the girls screamed as he hauled her away. Aria could feel the lust from the man. Aria closed her eyes and tried to block everything out, but she failed miserably, both screaming girls echoed in her head. She could only imagine the pain and fear from the recording that played. She could feel her own fear, the fear and the pain of the girl and all the horrid things he wanted to do to the red head. Aria had never know this type of fear... not ever!