[PG] Parental Guidance Suggested

Part 60 of 87

Chapter 70
I couldn't catch my breath, not even for a moment. I felt as though my skin was being ripped off, like my muscles were being clawed, and torn from my body.
The taste came in mouthfuls and I found myself spitting everything I possible could out. The pain was so incredibly intense, and concentrated so densely in every part of my body, that screaming was not even an option.
My hands bound tightly behind my back, I leaned forward, my teeth gritting until I was positive every single one would fracture. I couldn't concentrate hard enough to shove it back inside of me, even though it was doing this on its own. I could hear the sound of burning flesh, as I continued to spit out the incredibly vile taste that overwhelmed me.
A surge of pain then hit me that was lighter than the most, yet still more excruciating than anything I had ever felt. I screamed through my chest, sweat dousing my entire body. I took in a long jagged breath, my eyes feeling as though they were being shredded out.
They had left, leaving Eli dead or alive in front of me, I wasn't sure. He lay there, yet in my frenzy to rid of the pain, I wouldn't have been able to see him move. The rope was pulling at my wrists, burning them, tearing the skin, but that was insignificant to the immeasurable pain I was feeling all over myself.
Just when I thought I would surely die from the agonizing pain, it managed to get worse, more intense, forcing me to cringe, to weep, to scream, to bite my lips to the point where they would begin to bleed.
The lights around me had shattered, leaving me in semi-darkness, while the still lit fluorescent lights far across the room were really my only source. Suddenly, with only the smallest hint, I felt some sort of relief. I gasped, my eyes began to feel weird.
Within seconds, then only a fraction of a second, it forced itself back inside, the pain as soon as it had hit, vanished. I whimpered, gritting my teeth, preparing myself for another surge, but it never came. I felt as though there never had even been any pain.
I opened my eyes, the only thing I was feeling now was fear. I trembled from the utter horror that it was going to come back. I focused on Eli's lifeless body, another whimper sounded from my chest. I tried to speak but it only came out in a weak cough. I forced it out again, this one stronger than the first.
"Eli?" my voice cracked, and scratched against my throat. I tried to lean forward in the chair, but the binds only allowed so much. I spoke again, louder, more strongly.
"Eli?!" I snapped, my voice sounding as though my lungs had been put through a meat grinder. I felt some lag in the rope behind me, as is twisted at an odd angle. My legs not being bound, I leaned back, looking behind me, seeing that the rope had actually been tied loosely around my wrists, in a single knot.
I pivoted my wrists, catching the excess rope on the other side of my thumb. Carefully, I pulled it, loosening the rope even further. Within minutes, I had enough of it to pull my wrists through.
I pulled my free hands around, rubbing my wrists with the fingers of the opposite hand. I stood up from the chair weakly, underestimating it. I fell on my knees, crying out as they hit the concrete, my hands fell in front of me, smashing against the cold hard surface. I cringed, clenching my eyes shut, as I looked at Eli.
Carefully I made my way over to him his blood had already dried on the floor. Trembling, his body facing down, I put a hand on his shoulder. Nothing. I put more strength behind it, moving closer to him. I gripped his shoulder, pushing him so that he would be face up.
Suddenly he moaned in pain, causing me to flinch back, dropping his torso on the ground. His fingers clutched at the solid cement, with nothing to grab onto. Trembling I reached back out to him, trying to turn his face towards me.
"Eli," I whispered, looking in the direction they had come from before. It was only lit by what light was left in this massive room. I couldn't see a door, but I knew if I traveled far enough, quick enough, I would.
I nudged him again, angrily this time that he wouldn't reply, even though I knew he wasn't able to.
His blood was dry, and chipped on the stone floor, his body saturated in liquid, which I hoped was sweat.
"Get up!" I whispered harshly, growing frustrated. Ignoring his pain, yet trying to be as delicate as possible, I turned him around, until he was on his back. He moaned again, his hands went to his chest, but froze, not wanting to touch it. I stared, his eyes barely closed.