Creative Writing: The Cage

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I blink my eyes open, there's almost no light, only a small amount coming from a hole in the wall. I groan when a pounding ache forms behind my eyes, I sit up and look around at my surroundings. I'm in a cage, that douche put me in a freaking cage. I'm sitting on a board that comes off the wall, speaking of, the walls were a grey brick. There was a giant room, and then this grey cage. A bucket sits over in the corner, and a towel next to it.

I massage my temples and try to think clearly, it's like everything is in slow motion, I'm not even sure how I managed to sit up. I'm so weak. I hear footsteps from somehwere but I'm so disoriented I can't tell where they are, and the room just echos the sound over and over.

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Other than that he was strikingly handsome, with blue eyes surrounded by dark eyelashed, high cheekbones, full lips and a jaw line that could cut metal. Then he smirked, and all of that beauty went down the drain, he was a monster, and he was here to hurt me.

He took slow steps towards me, and once he got here he just stared down at me with that ugly smrik on his face. He had the upper hand and he knew it too.

"Hello Grace." His voice was deep and rough, but his breath was rank and I almost vomited all over him.

"Do you know why you're here beautiful? No, right you don't talk." He makes clacking sound with his tongue and walks over to the table. "We'll just have to see about that." His hands skims over the blanket before he pulls it off to reveal multiple shiny objects. There were knives, guns, whips, chokers, everything you could think of to torture someone.

My breathing picked up but I forced myself to look calm, my hands were starting to shake, making the rope rub against my skin, forming new blisters. He walks over after he picks something off the table and comes over to me, pulling the small blade away from his back so I could see it in the light. Stay calm, stay …show more content…

I was on a bed, a white, fluffy bed. My brows furrow in confusion, I slowly get up, pushing the tears out of my eyes, and focus on finding a way to get out of, wherever the hell I am. Once I'm sitting I force myself to the edge of the bed, taking notice of the now pink bed sheets.

I stand and just stay still, trying to get use to the pain but we all know how that goes. I use the wall for support, and anything I can find to grab onto. Once I'm at a door I open it cautiously and peek inside, it's a hallway with white walls and dark oak flooring. I step out onto it but slip and fall, realizing the socks now on my feet, as well as the searing pain in my thighs. I'm wearing sweat pants and a long sleeve, white shirt that wasn't mine, though it's tremendously over sized.

I wimper and lean against the wall, I then hear footsteps coming up the stairs on my left, and I pull myself back into the room and through another door, which leads to a large bathroom. The footsteps are louder now, they're probably in the hall by now, and I reach and close the door as quietly as I can, before pulling myself over the bathtub ledge, and closing the curtain. I was breathing hard and the red of my bandages was becoming darker, very

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