The Scars Between Us | KTH ✔️

Reveal

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Iris

An unbelievable pain throbs in the back of my head, but at least I'm not bleeding anymore. I thought I'd die from blood loss. Though this pain is a bitch.

My neck hurts from dangling between my shoulders heavily and it hurts even more when I try to lift my head.

I'm blindfolded. The thin material covering my eyes is doing so little in blocking my vision.

My hands are not only tied behind my back in a tight knot but they're also handcuffed to the chair as well. So are my legs.

Wow. They're not idiots as I've seen in the movies before, where most of the time the protagonist frees herself almost immediately, but in this scenario, that's not gonna happen.

Guess I'm stuck here for a while.

There's no point in screaming my lungs out or asking for help, I'm pretty sure they have me where no one could reach me. I would only be torturing my vocal cords.

I wiggle to adjust my seating cause my ass is numb, but the rope is digging into my skin. I keep fidgeting in my seat, maybe the knot will loosen a little, but my movements are cut by a strong, rough grip on my hands.

My heart leaps into my chest, beating intensely and I try to push down the fear and I remain as calm as possible.

Surprisingly, the person behind me does not only loosen the rope but it's removed completely and only the handcuffs are left. I'm positive my wrists are severely bruised by now.

Once again, my heart is pounding in my ears when a touch grazes my spine and travels up my back to settle on my neck.

I am more revolted than I am scared. It's nauseating to feel a filthy man's touch when it's not my man.

I silence my ragged breaths, the only thing being heard is the sound of boots tapping on the floor.

Just a couple of seconds later, I feel an overwhelming presence looming over me.

His hand cups my cheek while I remain stoic.

This will be over soon. I'm gonna get out of here. This will be over soon. I'm gonna get out of here. This will be over soon. I'm gonna get out of here.

"So pretty", a familiar voice whispers, his breaths hitting my face. Alarms go off in my head as I remember who this voice belongs to. It's the man that put a gun to my head.

Oh, I'm so gonna kick his ass when I'm out of this place.

I twist my face in disgust, the remark rolling off my tongue, "Brush your teeth first, asshole."

A dry laugh rumbles from his throat and it sounds like an old car's engine coming to life. "Fiesty too", he adds.

His thumb traces my lips and I yank my head out of his grasp. I think I'm gonna throw up.

Another shriveled laugh echoes. There's no longer a shadow casting over me and the blindfold is removed abruptly, making me flinch.

It takes me a moment to adjust to the fluorescent lights peeking above my head.

I am placed in the center of an empty room. There's literally nothing but four black walls and the metal chair I'm occupying.

Oh right. I forgot the asshole standing in front of me.

I'm pretty sure I have a look of distaste on my face as I'm glaring at him.

Dark black hair is collected in a man bun at the top of his head. Did I mention it's awfully greasy? Well, it's purely shitty.