Luna Search

CHAPTER 2

Raine Sinclair's lustrous black lashes raised weekly as they revealed her hazel eyes, which glistened in the moonlight. She skimmed her surroundings, it was dark and weary, and the only source of light poured down from the high window of the high-ceilinged room she was in. She tried raising her body but was hooked, she shook her body trying to raise it but all she heated was the clattering of iron.

Then, it dawned on her.

She was chained.

She tried again and again, all to no avail.

Furthermore, she sat down, trying to figure out how she got there and how she was going to find a way to get out of this place. Then, light beamed from the gigantic chandelier she could have sworn was made out of gold, her heart gripped with fear as her eyes adjusted to the new extremely bright beams.

Then.

She heard footsteps, rhythmic ones at that, one that made her fear, she could feel her body shivering like a winter leaf but the cause she couldn't explain, maybe it was from the chills of the night or her fears.

“Get your lazy ass up, you mother***er.” A voice bawled as a pinfall silence engulfed the air, and tension surged into the already heated atmosphere.

She flinched her head trying to have a clearer view of the incoming figure, but her gaze was blocked by her wavy blonde hair that spread in waves, arms, and sectors that proved to be a barrier blocking her view. She blew her hair with the little breeze that exceeded her lips as strands separated, giving her the view she wanted.

Furthermore, she tried getting up her body, but it was drawn back by a strong force as the clattering of iron sounded, arresting her attention.

Her gaze reverted down to the strong chains used to chain her down, her body ached, and her muscles had not moved in the past God-knows-when she'd been there.

The distant sound of footsteps grew louder and nearer as her senses whirled with a cold chill running up her spine. Her gaze reverted, skimming the incoming figure.

Her gaze landed on some thick black pair of boots as it announced his/her presence, her gaze fled up as she stared at the figure who she now knew was a male.

He wore a black top with the inscription which she couldn't read from the far view, beneath a black jean jacket on some black jeans.

She watched as the boots halted in their tracks, facing her as her hair was gripped in a tight and vehement grip, one that made strands of her hair feel like uprooting from her skull.

There was intense pain in the area of her skull. She raised her head to see his face, at least, one more time. She thought of who he was and why he had kidn*pped her but she couldn't set her mind on the question. It was obvious that he was the one who had ordered a group of men to kidnap her from where she was the previous day.

She tried skimming her brain for the events but didn't seem to get any related memory of the events that happened the previous day.

All it brought back was a pounding headache, one that made her head ache more than that of her hands which were tied up in chains.

She raised her head a little as her neckbone adjusted to the movement, her gaze skimmed the figure, and she watched as his figure went down, low enough to her level.

She ran her gaze on him, he had long raven black hair that halted at his ears, a head tie was tied on his forehead, an evil grip cast on his face as her fears awoke from their deep slumbers, and her breath shuddered.

From his face, she could tell he was above the age of fifty or was probably way above it, his rumpled face and the dark circles rounding his eyes were more than enough evidence.

She felt a finger trailing on her as her gag fell, her dried lips looking more dried than they'd ever been, her throat was patched, and not even a single drop of water went down it.

“Now I can finally have a little chat with Sleeping Beauty” She watched as his chin rose and his thick bass voice reeled out in a dangerous tone. Immediately, a cackle blazed out of his lips as some men in black overalls joined him in his cynical laugh.

“I…I… ” Her voice ceased as she broke into a cough— one that only made her captor even angrier than he already was.

“Awn, our sleeping beauty needs some water.” She watched as her captor. The man was centered in the middle of other men who had guns tightly gripped in their palms and he ridiculed her in a soft voice with a sarcasm laced in his tone. He laughed again and again as her eyes beamed in annoyance.

“Get her some water.” He scowled at his men and one of them handed him a bottle of water.

“Open your mouth!!” He ordered with emphasis laced on the words in his speech. At that moment, she felt an unknown strength coming over her as she locked her lips adamantly.

“I said open your lips,” He commanded. He could feel her wobbling in fear as her lips opened voluntarily and a stream of pouring drinking water ran down her throat.

“Now back to our chat,” He said, gritting his teeth as his brows quivered, his expression turned strict.

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!” She thundered weakly.

“Ooh, look what we have here, a very classical and sassy lady.” His expression was bright as daylight as it darkened all of a sudden, “I am going to teach you to mind what comes out of those flaps you call lips.”

His thick hand held her chin as he squeezed it strongly as she cried out in pain, his men gawked back in bewilderment.

“Where the heck am I” Rain felt the words shoot off her lips and she regretted woefully the outcome of her speech as she trembled with fear, tears dripping out of her sore blue eyes. She watched him laugh hysterically as he replied, “I can't reveal that to you, but my name is stone.”

“Stone??” She exclaimed puzzled.

“And you're here because you are to suffer for the sins of your father.” his voice chainsawed through the silence.

“Leave me the f**k alone!!! ” Rain thundered, her hazel eyes beamed in annoyance as she broke the silence flipping her head in a direction trying to prevent her hair from blocking her view.

Storms of veins struck at a part of her head and sweat cascaded down her face, heat seemed to have descended on her as she grew restless with each passing minute. Her hands were sour and aching as the energy running in her system seemed to be waning rapidly with each force she applied to free her hands from the chains that were channeled around her. They were red, and her wrist felt like it was peeling off.

“Where am I??” She yelled with her voice heightening to the rate of a bellow, “Is this some kind of hell where there is no fire, but there sure is torture.”

“Well, you can't yet call it hell dear” He mused with a devilish grin on his face as he smiled broadly with a cynical laugh blazing out of his lips.

His expression grew darker as he rasped, “It's not yet hell until I whip the living hell out of you.”

“Whip the living, what??” Raine exclaimed, shocked.

With a wildfire burning in him, stone clutched the handle of a feathered whip in his grips and flinched his hand, the whip now seemed to increase in length.

He flung it towards her and the thick lathered whip lashed across her back, the pain was now in waves as the lashes traveled all over her body it appeared on every part of her body.

Tears trickled down her cheeks endlessly after a minute of the monstrous repetition, her consciousness waned slowly as her lids crashed down.

When was it all going to end??

When was she going to be free??

When would someone come to her rescue??

When??