Ch.9: Buried Alive
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"... No... You said?..." A taunting twitter that was so unusual coming from her father, sent a quiver in her whole being.
She said the words she always wanted to say... And somehow she still felt like she messed up.
Whether the answer was yes or no, her cat has already died long, long ago... She believed her father never cared about his blood running in her veins. He always considered her a burden... A buden he won't hesitate to erase any time.
"Well then in that case..." She stood movelessly in her place as she watched the man stand up and give her a deathly glare, "You won't need to wait for a taxi anymore... You don't have to go out in the first place."
Looking at him with eyes widening in utter shock, she lost all strength in her knees yet her arms smashed on the black-wooden desk to pull her body up.
She couldn't let him forbid her from going out!!!
The outside is the only place that keeps her sane! She doesn't want to lose her humanity... By living in this monstrous house!
"You can't!" She yelped, adrenaline rushing to every part of her body, her brain working at an alarming speed, creating her billions of reasonings, "I still have to go to school! By state law, education is compulsory over the age of eight and ending at the age of eighteen!..."
And before she could she could finish the hurdle of words rushing to her mouth, her breath was cut short as a strong hand grasped her neck... The strength applied made her her eyes pop out, the veins in them turnings visibly red as tears uncontrollably swarmed... Feeling as if her neck vertebras were going to get crashed at any second.
Her eyeballs were running wild in every angle, desperately looking for something to hold on, until she was met with Isaac's deathly eyes... Eyes that represented the epitome of evil, with all it had of disdain and scorn, it killed all her hopes... She was anticipating death by that moment.
"You're sick... You won't be able to go out." His words came out in a whisper... A devil's whisper with a very deep meaning.
As his voice died down, Elle lost all strength too... Her lungs running out of breath, her brain losing its focus and her heart skipping a final beat, that was when he let loosened his hands to let the girl fall on the floor before she totally loses consciousness, the documents falling down, as she fell on her knees.
Her eyes barely fell on the words written in Itallic and bold, the title in the top, saying "L.R.C.A", an abbreviation that she didn't know the meaning of. And it was very quickly taken away by the man whe rushed to hide the documents away.
"Hades is gonna be taking you to sit for your exams... Til then you're not allowed outside the estate's gates!" His orders echoing in the vast classy study made her miss on her father's weird behavior, "You're excused."
The moment he sat back on his chair, the door swung open and the great devil came in, she felt the shivering floor as his steps got closer and closer, until he reached her, gave her a devilish smirk before pulling her up to her feet without saying a word.
He was pulling her from the shoulders, her feet touching the floor yet she wouldn't be able to take any other step, walking right ahead, deeper in the corridors, being watched by the dark oil-painted portraits, she felt her life shortening... She knew exactly where they were heading to as they already bypassed the stairs leading to the chambers, and she couldn't do anything about it... Resisting would only get her in shallow waters.
Running away never ever crossed her mind... The possibility itself wasn't an option in the first place.
She walked heavy-heartedly, praying things would end up well, feeling utter remorse that "Uncle" Raven who used to save her midway wasn't even there to help reduce her torture...
Reaching the end of the corridors, Hades let go of her to open the black worn-out wooden door that stood between them and the damp stairs taking down to the cellar...
The seemingly endless stairs made her head spinning over and over again... Shadows whispering in the dark, and her steps so heavy that she couldn't relate to any rule of balance...
The light bulb fluttered, barely lightening the dark room where cold concrete grounds met with high walls that swallowed the dim rays of light... The dangling of the crusty chains hanging from the cellar and the squeaks of rats hiding in the corners echoed in her ears... The moldy foul stench and the gruesome aura surroding the place seemed to suffocate her... Yet she had to withstand it.
She didn't let her eyes wander anywhere... Every corner of this dreadful place brought traumatizing memories that she always tried to forget... And always failed.
She'll die and rise from the death... Like she always does.
She encouraged herself with these pessimistic thoughts, when she took a second glance at the door that closed right behind her... A chilling despair ran across her body.
"Take off your clothes." The Satan's voice made all the cacophony in her ears die down...
Such a command felt so weird coming from anyone else, yet she already got used to it... In fact she was grateful that this "Uncle" let her keep her clothes intact.
Taking off the Navy-blue blazer, the pitch-black plaid-skirt and the tie, and unbottoning her white shirt... She neatly folded them and put them far away, in a safe place where she hoped they wouldn't be touched.
Finding herself barefoot with her short white silky nightdress hiding her private parts, with the chains cuffing her hands and pulling her body up a little, not letting her move away... The cold pierced through her bones yet the moment freezing-cold water drenched her from head to toe, her whole body tensed and her senses reached their finest levels...
The nightmare begins...
"Argh!" A shrill scream found its way out of her mouth, coming from the deepest of her heart, as Hades took out a whip and laid his first hit on her... Tearing a part of the fabric on her waist.
She watched as he pulled up his whip with visible satisfaction, he enjoying practicing his new ways on her the most...
"Aaaah!" When the second hit met her body, she yelped in pain and realization... She had to avoid being hit on the parts that would be seen, her legs, face and shoulders...
She had to wear the dress her "Uncle" picked up for her... She promised to attend the Ball.
The third hit was the stongest, she tried to divert it to a place that wasn't sensitive for her and ended up being hit on the exact same place of the first hit... Her entire body shook in deep pain as her knees touched the floor and lost all strength to carry her.
She looked down only to see, from the slightly torn out silky fabric, her reddish skin turning blue and a slight cut where her blood merged with the water drenching her and tainted the snow-white nightdress.
The following hits and cuts falling like rain, wreaking havoc all over her skin. Her painful screams and howls hitting the walls and turning back, echoing in the room before dying down as another wail follows the other...
Blood and water dripping down her body, slipping along her old scars and her fresh cuts... She started growing numb to the pain with time as she got tired... Both mentally and physically.
The moment she thought her suffering was coming to an end, her injuries started itching as the wet dress, that was all spotted red, sticked to her skin and came in contact with the b****y flesh.
"F*ck!" A curse found its way out of her mouth as she lost control over her body.
Frightened of the outcome of her weakness, she knew...
The more in pain she was... The greater the devil would get turned on.
Raising her head to look for something to save her in a desperate way, she was met with the devil's eyes... A gruesome lunatic smirk coming of the depths of hell.
"Do you know what's special sweetheart?" His whisper reached her ears as he leaned on to reach to her level, his face not even one inch away of hers, "You're special... And you deserve special treatment..."
As soon as he finished these words that sent shivers all over Elle's body, his hand reached to her shoulders, tilting her head to the other side as he licked her neck in a sensational way...
Disgusted by the sick act of this man who was two decades older than her, she came to a shocking realization.
She bit her lower lip and it was all it took to prove how sickly crazy this "Uncle" was!
Seeing her expression brought him great satisfaction, letting out a crazy laughter that came out of the deep insides of his heart, he took another bucket that, only God know where he prepared them in addition to the first one, and poured it all over her.
The saltiness of these water surpassed that of the first bucket multiple times over! It felt like acid burning her flesh, melting her bones and sending alarms to her nervous system.
She was losing her mind, her senses, and her sanity as hails of chips and hits fell one her body... Voices, shapes and shadows flashed around her... In this gut-churning cellar, gloating faces, sneers, sniggers and taunting whispers surrounded her... Making her brain spin and lose the ability of telling hallucinations from reality...
Her hallucinations felt more real than reality...
She long lost consciousness, yet the great devil didn't decide to stop until the great clock rang, voices would all reach them, yet no voice would leave past the closed door...
Standing to appreciate his work of art, a masterpiece that invested the old and the new, the angelic despair in the embraces of hell... He reached his darkest euphoria... A state that only this poor victim could only provide.
Letting her to rot and be forgotten... Like a painting that only, those worth seeing it, would appreciate the effort put in there.
Letting the dust spread on the cover and fill the flaws... He closed the metallic door and secured her place in this empty coffin, burying her alive.
- Writer
