The Broken Angel

Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Save Me

Angelica's POV

My head was killing me when I woke up. It lolled to the side and I tried to remember what I did to make it hurt so much. Suddenly, my memories came crashing down on me like boulders falling from a cliff and onto the ground below. I bolted up in my seat and tried to stand up, but I was restricted to the chair.

I looked down at my wrist and legs to see chains wrapped around them. I was relieved for a moment, because they weren't barbed wire like Melanie has, but then I started to panic again. I struggled in my seat until I heard the cell door open.

Melanie looked up and a small whine escaped her mouth. My back was to the cell door, so I couldn't see what, or who, was coming into the room. Fear had snaken it's way down my throat, constricting it in its wake, and seized control of my heart. It gripped my heart and refused to let it beat until the entity behind me had shown itself.

I held my breath for what felt like hours, but they were only mere seconds. A breath hit my neck and I felt something lightly touch my ear.

"You have been a bad girl." a voice whispered in my ear. "They all call you 'Angel', but you don't act very holy."

I snorted, putting on my brave face. "It's hard to act holy when you get your wings clipped." I said. I heard laughter behind me, but it abruptly ended with something cold coming in contact with the back of my neck. I realized it was a blade and it was pressed right under my cerebellum.

"Awe, isn't that too bad." Beck sneered. I felt him push his nose against my head, right above my ear. His breath fanned my over my ear and I could smell him. And then, he whispered, "I wanted to rip them off your body with my bare hands."

A shiver ran up my spine, and I knew in that moment, Beck wanted to kill me. He pulled the blade away from my neck and pushed away from me. He walked around to the front of me and stared down at me. He was smiling, a sick smile that had my insides churning with fear and dread.

"You know, you should have listened to me when I had told you to stay out of the basement." Beck said. "Now, you are going to learn the hard way."

Beck turned around, and before I could even blink, he chucked the blade into my father's leg. My father screamed an ear-piercing scream and my eyes were locked on the blade. I may have hated my father for everything he has ever done, but even I wouldn't do this to him. This was just cruel.

I closed my eyes and looked away from the scene. Swiftly, someone had grabbed my face and shoved the chair back to be standing on two legs instead of four. My eyes flew open from the shock and I stared up at cold and wild green eyes. It was like looking into the eyes of a tiger before it pounces on me.

All of the air had left my body, and it was like it was ripped out and thrown into another realm, leaving me empty and gaping for more.

"Don't you dare look away." Beck growled in my face. "Every time you look away from this, I will make a cut into your precious Wesley. Do you understand me?"

And just like that, I was slammed back into the present, nodding my head as much as I could, what with him gripping my cheeks between his fingers. Beck was omitting such a bloodthirsty feeling right now that I knew he wouldn't contemplate hurting Wes just to hurt me.

In this moment, I absolutely loathed Beck. This wasn't the Beck that liked to have petty little squabbles with me. No, this was the Beck that has the audacity to threaten me with something so gruesome that he knew I would comply. He knew my weak spot and now he could dictate my life.

"Good girl." he said, smiling and walking behind me. I heard the cell door open up, and his footsteps walking out of the room. I looked over at my father, really looked at him. He was no longer plump, instead he had lost a lot of weight since he has been here. All the wounds on his body had been placed with amazing accuracy. They hit the spots where there was little blood and tons of pain. The sleepiness and anger he had always held in his eyes was gone now and now nothing remained.

I loved over at Melanie now. Before, she was beautiful, cruel and obnoxious, but still beautiful in her own right. That was the only reason my father had married her. She was a lovely, proper and almost flawless person when we had first met. But, soon after their marriage, she changed into the loudy, pompous and abominable person she was.

Right now, Melanie looked like she was just as dead to the world as my father did, but she looked like she was forgotten about most of the time. She had a few bruises on her body, a bunch of cuts, some burns on her legs and they had shave half of her head. She was definitely a lot better off than my father.

"Melanie." I called out, but she didn't even flinch. I don't know why, but I wanted to talk to her. To him. To them both. "Melanie." It took a few more times before she looked up at me. "How are you feeling?"

"Peckish." she said, slowly. Her voice was hoarse and I was guessing they hadn't given her something to drink in a while. "Beaten. Tired. Dead. Spiteful. Hateful. Just done with everything."

In spite of everything that has just happened, I laughed. I threw my head back and started laughing so loud and hard that my stomach hurt. My laughing had even caught my father's attention.

"What's so funny?" my father asked.

"This!" I yelled, my voice echoing off the walls. "This predicament is extremely funny to me."

"How is this funny?" Melanie sneered at me. "What exactly do you find so funny about the situation we are in?"

"Do you really wanna know?" I snapped, no longer laughing. "You guys are finally getting exactly what I had felt all those years. Do you know how I felt, every single day, when you guys would hit me, kick me, spit on me? You guys were terrible to me and made me feel even worse than what you guys are feeling now."

"Did you want this to happen to us?" Melanie asked, glaring at me. "Did you tell them to do this?!" I had to contemplate my answer for a moment.

"No." I said, shaking my head. "No, I honestly can't say that I would wish this upon you guys. No matter how bad you guys had beaten me, starved me, and had tried to kill me on multiple occasions, I would not, and could not, wish this kind of life on anyone." I stopped for a moment before smiling. "But, I do want to kill you both. Stab you guys in the head, so that way I know you can't hurt anyone else."

"You are a disgusting little brat." Melanie hissed at me. "I wish your had never given birth to you."

"You can wish for that all you like, but that will never change the past." I hissed back. "Trust me, I have to prayed to every single God, buddha, Odin and all of the other damn mystical being out there, but nothing changed. It got worse and worse, and even being away from you two didn't change anything."

A loud dragging sound echoed throughout the entire room. It sounded like it was a squeaky wheel and rattling metal. My blood went cold as I realized it was possible Beck coming back. I have seen enough horror movies to know this sound. This was the sound of death and torture.

It felt like forever had passed before Beck had returned to the cell with what he had grabbed. It was a large metal cart; full of blades, whips, chains, broken glass, barbed wire, etc. It was basically Hell in a shopping cart.

I looked up at Beck's face and saw that he was smiling. Chills ran up my spine as Beck clapped his hands together. "So, who's going first?" he asked. We all kept silent, except for Melanie's soft cries, not wanting to be chosen. I wasn't sure if I was going to be a spectator the entire time, or if he was going to have me be beaten like them.

Either way, I didn't want to choose.

"Nobody?" he asked. He sighed and turned to face me. I knew what he was going to say before he opened his mouth.

"No." I quickly said.

"What?" he said, laughing. "I didn't even get to ask my question yet."

"I'm not choosing who goes first." I said. Beck sighed, disappointed, and walked towards me, crouching down to eye-level.

"You know, I really don't want to do this, Angel, but I will force your hand if you make me." he said, slyly. Fury raced through my veins like someone had jammed me full of drugs. I launched forward and snapped my teeth towards his face. He was able to pull back before I got to bite him, but I felt my teeth had scraped his nose before he pulled back.

"Leave him alone you sick, sadistic bastard." I hissed at him. Beck stayed where he was, his eyes closed, before he slowly began to rise. He reached up to wipe the venom I had spit at him off his face.

Before I realized it, Beck's hand snapped out and struck me across the face, making my head snap to the left. He grabbed me by the back of my hair and pulled my head back, leaning his face close to mine. I knew what he was doing; this was his way of showing dominance over me.

"Don't you ever disrespect me like that again!" he screamed in my face, his own venom covering my face, but I couldn't wipe it off like him. "Do you understand me?" I kept quiet, not wanting to answer, and just glared up at him. He pulled harder and put a knife to my throat. "Do you understand?!"

"Yes," I sneered up at him. "Master." He smiled at the last part. My father had always tried to get me to say that to him, and since Beck is just like my father, I bet this is the best way to appease his ego.

"Good girl." he said, letting me go. "I like hearing that word from you." Beck walked back to his cart and dropped the four inch knife onto it. He picked up a small scalpel and played with it as he turned back to me. "Now, choose who goes first."

I looked over at my father, and he was smiling at me. He was proud that I was forced to say something as degrading as "Master" and gave him some thrill from it.

"Please," Melanie cried softly. I looked over at her and saw she was begging me, and not Beck. "Please, don't choose me." I looked at her for a split second, and then I started laughing again.

"You are begging me now?" I asked. "What happened to all of those time I begged you to stop? You would always laugh in my face and tell me to suck it up and prepare for the fun. Well, now you better brace yourself and suck it up, because you're about to have a lot of fun."

Beck smiled at me, nodding. "Decision made." he said, walking towards Melanie. She started to scream at him to stay away from her and to leave her alone, but Beck ignored her cries and kept advancing anyways.

Throughout the whole thing, Beck had made sure to stand off to the side of Melanie, or behind her, as he made every incision into her body. I had to force myself to keep watching the torture before me because I knew Beck would keep his promise to me.

I watched in horror as the small blade slid into her skin, time and time again. Her skin separated under the blade, and it reminded me of peeling an orange. Blood oozed out of every wound and would soon coat her body, clothes and floor. I could tell Beck was being careful not to hit any of the vital organs or veins in her body.

After about thirty or forty incisions, Beck had decided to change his weapon for a bigger knife. This time, he plunged the black into Melanie's right leg. Her scream was so loud that I thought my eardrums were going to pop. He grabbed another knife and did the other same thing to the other leg. Then, to each hand and each shoulder.

"What should I use next?" Beck asked more to himself than anyone else. He looked through his array of weapons, before deciding to grab a large, red axe. He spun it around in his hand a couple of time before he went back to Melanie. He stood next to her chair and raised the axe like it was a bat. He acted like he was going to swing it a few times, but luck was on Melanie's side today.

A loud banging echoed in the basement, which stopped Beck's movements before he swung it with all his might. He sighed before dropping the axe on the cart and walking out of the room. Melanie sighed in relief and started crying harder.

I heard the low voice from above and realized Beck was arguing with someone. I heard him groan and start to walk back. Melanie's cries turned into ones of fear again. Beck walked inside, clearly annoyed, and grabbed the blowtorch from the cart. He started to blowtorch all of the cuts he had made on Melanie.

Melanie had passed out before Beck had finished, but Beck didn't care. He just wanted to hurry up and finish this so he could leave. He walked over to me, blood splattered on his face and clothes. He grabbed me by my hair again and leaned my head back as he towered over me.

"You were such a good girl." he said, smiling. He reached up and rubbed his blood soaked hands on my cheek. "You watched the entire time." Suddenly, his lips were pressed against mine, and the blood on his face had started to smear onto me. I could feel the blood being pushed into my mouth and the metallic taste made me sick.

He pulled away from me, smiling again. "I'll see you soon, babe." he said, winking. He walk away, locking the cell door with a loud click, leaving us alone in the cell once more.

Please, somebody, anybody. Save me while you still can. While I'm still me.