Wrong Number

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TW: TORTURE

Rough hands grab me, hauling me off the chair. My legs refuse to work, forcing the two men to drag me by my upper arms. I try to fight, but the world spins around me. It's like I'm on a roller coaster, my vision fades in and out, and I'm dimly aware of the stone floors and walls.

There's a sound of metal on metal, and I'm thrown to the floor. I lift my head slightly, hearing a metal clang. I mutter a cuss word under my breath, holding the sides of my head as the sound ricochets through my head. Footsteps leave, and the cold of the floor seeps into my skin.

I shudder, lifting myself slightly with my hands braced on the ground. I pant, sitting back on my calves. I close my eyes, tilting my head up.

I open my eyes, to see a small cot in the corner of the room. It's thin and old at ratty. I look around the room, rubbing my face. It's a stone cell, old and cold. I go over to the bed, laying down and closing my eyes

*** 

I lay on my bed, curled in a ball. My stomach grumbled for what felt like the 20 hundredth time. I felt a little lightheaded, so I kept as still as possible. No one had bought me food, and the door was locked. I close my eyes, my body weak.

*** 

I open my eyes, to see a guard setting a tray of food on the ground. The guard steps back and slams the door again. I shakily get up, staggering over. I reach for the door handle, sobbing when it doesn't budge. I hit the door with my fist, "Let me out," I plead, voice rough "Please..." I slide down the door to sit. My gaze lands on the food, and I hastily grab a piece of bread. I take a bite. It's a bit hard but edible. I devour it, practically shoving it into my mouth.

After the bread, I slowed down a bit. I notice what else is on the tray- a plain, slightly bruised apple, and a small portion of... soup? I pick up the spoon with shaking hands, trying a bit. It was cold, and and had barely any taste. I ate it anyway.

I just set down the soon when my stomach erupted in pain. I clutch my torso, a burp coming from my lips. I throw up, spilling all that I ate already. Pain flares like fire beneath my skin, like I'm getting burned. 

*** 

I wake up, body stiff. How long was I knocked out? All I know was that I was starved. There was still the apple, but was it worth the risk? Hours of pain compared to agonizing hunger? I reach for the apple, surprised by the effort it takes me. I take a little bite, scared it would be poisoned. After a while, I still feel ok. I eat the rest of the apple as I can, except the core. I lean with my back against the wall. Where was I? Who took me, and why? I close my eyes, a sigh escaping my lips. My head hurt so bad...

Sorry for the late update, school has been giving me headaches.

OMG IM SO SORRY HOW SHORT IT THIS CHAPTER IS. 

If I don't update, feel free to spam my comments asking for a update, I need the motivation anyway.