Becoming the Night

Chapter 2

Becoming Night

Chapter 2

My body felt stiff and unused. The floor beneath me was rough and uneven. My head pounded and my body screamed from the multitude of cut and bruises that littered my body. I tried to open my eyes but they were caked with dried tears and traces of blood. I moved my hands to help remove the debris from my eyes but my limbs were heavy and the sound of metal clinking off each other rang in my ears. The crust on my eyes forgotten, they were now wide open and in the dim of the room I could see the handcuffs around my wrists. The restraints were rusted and tightly clamped around my wrists cutting into them. They were connected in the middle and a heavy chain snaked around me and up into the wall above me. I pulled my knees up and hugged them tightly. I shivered in the cold of the room. The clothes I had worn the night of the attack were long gone and all that was left was my hot pink panties and matching bra. I cried into my knees for what seemed like hours. How long had I been here? Where was I? Was my baby okay? Eric and Jacob must be so worried. I fell into a pit of despair and I begged god to bring me home.

"You're awake," slithered a voice from the shadows.

I choked on my sob and I looked around the room trying to locate the voice.

It laughed and I heard the scraping of wood legs against gritty concrete. I saw the chair before I saw him. Skeleton face emerged from the darkness like a death god. He straddled the chair leaning on the backrest and resting his chin upon his folded arms to stare down at me.

"You are a lovely thing aren't you?" he purred.

I swallowed hard but my throat was dry and it was more of a choking.

I felt his eyes move along my body, memorizing its curves. I held my knees tighter, which seemed to only amuse him. Moving from the chair he crouched in front of me, bringing his eyes to my level. His skin was no longer sallow nor were his cheeks so sunken in, but he was still the skeleton with hollow eyes. His fingers traced along my cheek and down to my chin. I recoiled in revolution. He laughed and grabbed my chin forcing me to look at him and keep me closer.

"Please let me go..." I pleaded.

He laughed again, "Why would I do that love?"

I couldn't think, there were plenty of good reasons: it was the decent human thing to do, was number one on my list but I didn't think he understood what decent humans did. A tear rolled down and my voice came out in a whisper, "Please...I'm..."

"You're what?" He eyes filled with contempt, daring me to give him a reason he might consider. But my begging was only amuse him more. Maybe he would show mercy if he knew I was pregnant. "Well?"

"Please, I'm pregnant."

His eye went wide and he leaned back and laughed hysterically. He was laughing so hard that he was gripping his stomach. His laughter subsided and he closed in on me again, "My dear, I wouldn't be too concerned about that. You won't be for much longer."

My world came to a screeching halt. He didn't care. It tickled him in a sadistic manner and he was elated that he could bring about the end of my unborn child. Rage filled me, and without fear I lashed out at him. I came to a staggering halt just as I was about to reach him and claw at his eyes but the chains yanked at my wrists and bit deeply into them. I could feel the rivers of blood spill from the cuts, but I didn't care I wanted to kill him. I had never felt so much anger and hate before; it frightened me but I was more than ready to embrace it. I strained at the chains trying to reach him but he remained just out of reach. He smirked and his eyes filled with a deeper darkness than I had thought possible. The rage boiled inside me and it spilled over. I spit in his face and glared at him. I watched as he wiped the wet from his face and faster than my eyes could see he was on top of me.