A Vulnerable Broken Mind (10 page)

As he turned to look at Sparks again, the last visual that he saw was Sparks swinging a gun towards his head. He felt a burst of pain as the gun made contact with him. His vision steadily went black as he fell.

Chapter 6: A Loss of Will

              The blackness was Amber’s new home as she was blind not only to the world around her, but to herself. Her soul was ripped apart and her spirit was stomped on until it was flat. The chains held her still; the bondage of not only her body, but her heart and mind.

              The room that was once as cold as the man who captured her, was now a warm sweat box, a perfect representation of the hell she was in. Every pore of her body poured with sweat. She was suffocating from the heat.

              Her hell got worse as she heard the footsteps coming down the stairs once again. His steps came into the room and stood still. She could feel his eyes on her. She could hear the sound of something being placed on the floor; it sounded like a tray.

              He got closer and she could feel his hands picking at the blindfold. Within seconds, the blindfold was taken off. He then unfastened the cuffs from around Amber’s wrists, an exhausted and drained Amber fell straight to the floor when the second cuff was unlocked. She howled from the pain in her hurt wrist when she hit the floor.

              “I brought you food,” the man finally said. Amber looked and saw a sandwich sitting on a plate. Since she had vomited up her previous sandwich, she was very hungry. She was about to move when he put his foot in front of her. “I want you to crawl to the plate.”

              She then looked up into the clown masked face with a very pitiful look. How was she supposed to crawl on her bad wrist? She knew that she had no choice though; he wasn’t asking her, he was demanding her, and there was no way out of it.

              “I want you on your hands and knees, and stick your butt in the air,” he demanded. With no other alternative, she pulled herself up to her knees. As she put her hand on the floor, she tried to avoid putting weight on her bad wrist. Even the slightest bit of weight caused her pain. “Start crawling,” he said after she had gotten into position.

              Amber wanted to stall but knew that she couldn’t. She started very slowly with her good wrist. It only took a second before she had to move with her bad wrist. As she put weight on the wrist, she could hear and feel the bone break even further. The pain was excruciating; she wanted to scream.

              As she kept going, she whimpered and was about to scream until he said, “Silently. I don’t want to hear a peep from you.” She held her breath and kept going. She fought with all of her strength to stay silent. The plate was only six feet away but her now demolished wrist made it seem like it was thirty.

              When she finally reached the plate, she collapsed back to the ground, breathing hard and filled with pain. “Good girl,” the man said with a tiny laugh. “You can eat now.” The man stepped out, only to come back in with a chair which he set down next to Amber and sat down in.

              Amber carefully reached for the sandwich. She grabbed it with her good hand and wrist while her other lay lifeless. Much like the first sandwich, she ate this one quickly, not truly tasting it.

              After she finished eating, she heard a cell phone go off in the man’s pocket. He took it out to look at the screen. “Shit,” he whispered to himself. He got up and grabbed Amber by her bad wrist. Amber finally did scream. He pulled her to the chains and quickly cuffed her back up and left the room but he forgot to close the door.

              She could vaguely hear the conversation after he had answered his phone.

              “You don’t like me using your name or leaving any sign, yet you call my phone?” The man laughed but the laughter didn’t last long. “How the hell did that bastard see me! Leave it to him to decide to take a vacation day today. He didn’t see what I was carrying, did he? Good. I’m not worried about him but I am worried about the other one. Do anything to stall him. I DON’T CARE, JUST STALL HIM!”

              It was silent after that, but after only a minute, she could hear his footsteps coming down the stairs again. He entered the room and stopped to look at Amber. While most of his face was covered by the mask, his eyes were not. His eyes gave that foreboding feeling that made you uncomfortable. The sick and perverted stare that had no good meaning hidden under it.

              He then walked up to Amber until he was only inches in front of her. His uncomfortable stare never faltered as he moved. His eyes remained on her. “Time for your next lesson.” He said softly, even though she knew that the lesson would be anything but soft. “Open your mouth,” he said, Amber looked up at him, startled. “Do it now,” he shouted at her when Amber didn’t move.

              With nowhere to turn and no possible way to fight back, Amber was caught in a corner with no way out. While she most certainly did not want to do it, she had no choice. She slowly opened her mouth, only opening it slightly.

              “Wider!” He said and Amber begrudgingly did so. “As wide as you can, whore.” Amber opened her mouth very wide, feeling more humiliated as she did so.

              The man began to undo his pants. This was one of few moments where she wished for the blindfold to be back over her eyes. He slowly lowered his pants and his penis came into view and she turned her head in disgust.

              “Look at it and keep your mouth open, whore,” he spat. She reluctantly turned her head and set her eyes on his penis. She could already feel the sandwich that she had eaten coming back up but she fought it.

              He took one more step towards her and grabbed the back of her head to keep her still. Without saying another word, he shoved it into her mouth. She did everything she could to keep from vomiting. She could taste it on her tongue and his revolting taste made her sick.

              “Now close your mouth and if you bite me, I’ll make you pay dearly,” he said seriously.

              Amber wanted nothing more but to bite his penis off but didn’t want to be hurt again. She very gently closed her mouth around it and fought back the urge.

              “Very good girl, I’m quite impressed. Now suck it,” he said with a laugh, obviously enjoying himself. Amber didn’t move. She couldn’t even urge herself to go any further than this, even with the fear of what he would do to her. He gripped the back of her head more tightly. “I SAID SUCK IT,” he screamed and he pushed the back of her head forward, his penis sliding deeper into her throat.

              Amber struggled to breathe. It wasn’t long before she was vomiting again, but this time it was all over him. He pulled her head back. She looked up at him in horror. She could see the anger in his eyes.

              “YOU DIGUSTING BITCH!” He grabbed her by the neck with a tight grip, robbing Amber of air. Amber struggled but was in no position to pull herself free due to the chains.

              “If I have to kill you in order to teach you a lesson I will,” he shouted at her. “But I don’t want to do that…yet. One more screw up and I will kill you and you can quote me on that but that doesn’t mean I won’t punish you now!”

              Amber screamed as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to her feet when a ring shrilled. He stopped and put his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. The ring sounded again. It was the doorbell. He sighed in annoyance. “You got very lucky. I can guarantee you that it won’t happen again.”

              He pushed her back down forcefully. Her knees slammed against the floor so hard that she screamed again in pain. He walked out of the room. Once the pain had settled, she was able to listen.

              “Why the hell would you bring him here?”

              “He was asking too many questions, I couldn’t convince him not to come here.”

              “I told you to stall, not to knock him out and bring him to my house. Are you insane?”

              “I might be, but, for the time being, do you mind helping me? He’s not exactly a paperweight.”

              “We’ll put him in one of the cells downstairs.”

              “Then what?”

              “Then we’ll come up with another plan.”

              “What about the girl? If he wakes up and finds her here…”
              “He won’t.”

              “But…”

              “He won’t…find her at least.”

              “What do you mean?”

              “I’ve got an idea. Let’s get him down to a cell. You need to change clothes.”

              Everything went silent. Several minutes passed and she was still alone and hanging.
“Who was it that they were talking about?”
She thought to herself. Neither of them sounded happy, which she feared did not bode well for her.

              Several more minutes passed then she finally heard two sets of feet walking down the steps. Two men slipped through the door. The man the with blue-haired clown mask and a thinner, taller man wearing a red-haired clown mask.

              “Still beautiful,” the other man said and she recognized his voice. It was the man she had taken a bite out of earlier.  He walked up and knelt so he was face to face with her. Even though he was wearing a mask, she could still feel and smell his breath. She put her head down slightly and grimaced. When she looked down, she saw that he was holding something behind his back.

              Her discovery did not go unnoticed. He opened his hand in front of her and in his hand was a small gold ring. Amber’s vision was blurry when he first pulled it out but when she blinked to clear it, she knew exactly whose ring it was. On the side of the ring was engraving that read,
“Always & Forever”
. It was John’s wedding ring. “Does this mean anything to you?” He asked sarcastically.

              Infuriated, she gathered up as much strength as she could in her vocal cords and screamed, “YOU BASTARDS! JOHN, NO!” Her voice finally gave out and she broke down into tears.

              He grabbed her by the chin and roughly pulled her head up to look at him. “Shut up right now! He can’t hear you!” Amber only cried more after he spoke. He wound up and backhanded her in the face. The force stunned Amber, rendering her silent. “I said shut up!”

              The blue haired clown walked up and kneeled down beside the other man. “You have been a very bad girl. Bad girls should not go unpunished.” He stroked the side of her face. “You could have been a good girl and done what you were told. Instead, you chose to be defiant and do things your own way. You bit him and you puked on me. You deserve to be punished and you know it.”

              She shook her head as she tried to push his hand away. He laughed as she did this. “You do know it, don’t you?” He grabbed her roughly by her hair to keep her head still. “Whores like you deserve every bit of punishment you get. That husband of yours definitely didn’t teach you well enough.”

              He looked up at her left hand. He reached up towards it and grasped onto her wedding and engagement rings. She clenched her fist to keep him from taking them off. He squeezed her hand tight and despite her best efforts, she loosened her fingers. He slipped both rings off her finger. Her one reason for living, in that instant, had been taken away from her. If there was any other reason for her to live, she couldn’t think of it. “You won’t be needing these anymore,” he said coldly as he held them in front of her eyes and put them in his pocket.

              “Let’s get on with the punishment,” The man in the red-haired mask said impatiently.

              “Very well,” the blue-haired clown replied.

              Was this not her punishment? Wasn’t robbing her of her life, her love and her dignity not torture enough to them? What could they have possibly done to bring her down any more then she already was?

              They both stood up and circled her. Amber strained to turn her head far enough to see them. She feared what other sexual act they would do with her as a punishment. But that wasn’t what they had in mind as they both took off the belts that they were wearing and held them in their hands.

“You’re going to know the true meaning of pain,” the red-haired clown hissed and Amber turned her head and shut her eyes tight and tried to prepare herself.

              WHACK! The first shot hit her back; a slow sting that grew stronger by the second. Amber gasped. The second shot quickly followed. Soon the shots grew faster and faster. They weren’t even going one at a time; they were random shots hitting everywhere on the back of her body; her back, butt, legs and arms. Some shots were even landing on her already broken wrist.

              The shots pierced her body. She could feel the flesh being ripped from certain parts of her body that had been hit multiple times. She had run out of tears to cry. She tried to scream with each shot but her voice would not let her but that did not stop the voice in her head from screaming for mercy.

             
“Kill me! Just kill me!”
The voice in her head repeated over and over again. You know that you’ve entered a dark place when all you want to do is beg the person punishing you to kill you. Instead of ripping the flesh from the body, why not just pull the heart out of the chest and end it?