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A Meeting With The Devil  by srx-19

As I lie here, on the cold, hard ground, I cry. I cry, and I cry. My vision is focused on the door, so I can see if someone is coming in. Bad memories come flowing into my head, making me cry more. I move onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. Taking a deep breath in I prepare for what is to come. What will happen now? Will Emma come in? Will Kay come in? Will Danielle come back? Or will Kelly come back?  Only time will tell now.

 

The door opens, who will this be? I turn, and my heart drops below my stomach. It is Kate, the upper rank to Emma, I never thought in a million years I would see her. She can do anything she wants to me and get away with it.

 

“Hello Sara,” she says smirking. Moving my head towards the ceiling, I close my eyes, trying to imagine a happy place. That’s not working right now. I hear footsteps coming towards me; it feels like death walking into me. “Your face is bleeding” thank you, for stating the obvious. I look up, and see that she is hovering over me, it is like a vulture, waiting to pick my bones. “Wanna come back to mine” there is a pause.

 

“No,” I say.

 

“I’ll rephrase that, you will come back to mine, so I suggest you get up – “she pulls me up, “And put this on – “ she throws my overall in my face, “Cos we are going to have one fun night” she winks, and lets go of me. I fall to my knees, and she comes down to my level. “In your own time that is” I’m handcuffed, I can’t really do anything, and my stomach kills. “Get up” I don’t move, I’m motionless and speechless. “Get up” she yells, and then hits me on the head, slowly, I get up. “Out” she pushes me, and I walk fast out the room nearly tripping over. I look right, and see Kelly and Rachel.

 

“Hello,” they both say grinning.

 

“Hello girls,” Kate says. She pulls me back and I land on the wall. “Me and Sara were just going back to mine, weren’t we?”

 

“No,” I say not thinking. I shouldn’t have said that. Her elbow comes flying into my face, and I fall to the ground.

 

“If you say one more sarcastic comment, I’m going to impale a hammer into your head, ok?”

 

“Ok” she pulls me up, and makes me walk.

 

 

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Date created: May 23, 2011
Date published: May 23, 2011
Comments: 0
Tags: dread, fear, girl, guards, insignificance, jail, pain, scared, torture
Word Count: 1181
Times Read: 298
Story Length: 18
Children Rank: 2.1/5.0 (2 votes)
Descendant Rank: 0.0/5.0 (20 votes)