Broken

Chapter 14

WARNING: CHAPTER CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE WHICH MAY BE UPSETTING FOR SOME READERS.

Morgan

The sound of the door opening echoes through the tunnel. As I enter the room, I'm hit with a repulsive smell.

" Heh, did you wet yourself? There's a toilet right at that corner though." I said pointing at the other corner of the room where an unhygienic toilet stood.

Jessica remains curled up in a fetal position. Her eyes look lifeless. Her body looks weak Like a starving chained up dog.

" I suppose you were too weak to get up and it hurt to move a lot, didn't it? Welcome to my world. Well, I guess I did just left you my glass of juice and when last night I came to give you food you were asleep. Be thankful I was sleepy too otherwise I would have begun our usual interrogation." Putting the sandwich I brought for her aside, I make my way over to the chair.

" Are you gonna tell me today or do you need some motivation," I say to her. Whenever I look at her, I can't help but think of all the things she's done to me. And that...makes me wanna know how she'll feel once the tables are turned.

She slowly sits up with wobbly arms. " Morgan...please. Let me go" she says in a weak tone.

" Why aren't you telling me? Did Lydia promise you more money this time or something?" I say annoyingly.

"I DON'T KNOW OK! PLEASE DON'T DRAG ME INTO WHATEVERS GOING ON BETWEEN YOU TWO. I'VE GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS." She yells with tears in her eyes. I actually expected her to be in this state after 2 or 3 days but she's weaker than I thought. If she's like this before I've done anything then...

I take out a wooden hammer from the handbag I brought with me.

The scared look on her face is priceless.

"Remember that one time you broke my finger with a hammer? As a kid, I'd never had any accident that resulted in broken bones so that was my first time. I remember that pain so well you know. I had to make an excuse like it got stuck in the doorway or something that day to my mom. I want you to feel that pain multiplied by 10". Looming over her, I raise the hammer high.

And then I go straight for the arms. She lets out an ear-piercing scream. I keep hitting her arms and legs. Although, Not hard enough to kill her or make serious damage.

"STOP! PLEASE!" She yells.

It's strange. Even though I'm doing it so I can get information about Lydia so I can kill her. I feel this...satisfaction from doing this to Jessica. Like it feels so right. Is this the real me that I was suppressing this whole time?. I know it's ok. What I'm doing isn't wrong. I am a victim. And as a victim, I have a right to do whatever I want to my wrongdoers.

After I'm done, I go back to my chair. She lies there, heavily bruised and I think I might have broken her fingers.

"Ready to tell me now?" I ask her as I put the hammer back into the handbag.

She winces in pain and tries to sit up but fails of course. Moving will now be a hurdle.

"Why..." I hear her say.

"What was that?" I ask her.

"Why...are you....so obsessed...with Lydia," she says between breaths.

I frown at her "Why am I obsessed with her!? I already said that yesterday. She ruined my already pathetic life! She's the reason I'm a wanted criminal and she killed my mom. She...betrayed me." I say as the old feeling of being betrayed starts to well up inside me.