***This chap is kinda violent near the end so please read at your own risk! If you're not okay with that stuff than please just skip over this chap completely!! There's nothing extremely important so if you skip over this it's no biggy to understand what happens after this point. The title of the chap really says all for understanding later.**
Chapter 48 - Files?
Tris
I can only focus on the pain in my leg as well as how my head pounds and my chest hurts to breathe.
I honestly don't know how much more of this I can take.
'Stay strong for them. They will be in your place if you give up.' I continuelessly tell myself over and over again in my head.
"Tris? Can you hear me? Are your ears okay? Can you talk?" Cara asks in a soothing tone.
My ears are totally fine, as well my lips. But I don't want her or anyone to get hurt by caring about me. David has made his point clear. I am keeping her, everyone else and myself safe by not saying anything. I just stay dull faced; staring at the wall. It's much easier also because even the slightest movement causes my head to pound more and my leg to have searing pain from all places; especially the bullet lodged in my ankle.
The lights are still out, leaving the cement room all pitch black; so dark that I probably couldn't even see my hand if it was right infront of my face. I know it's Cara talking because I recognize her voice and it is coming from her cell.
I close my eyes quickly when I hear the slightest sound of footsteps coming from the left.
I never had noticed until this experience how well of hearing I had.
I guess I could say it's a mixed blessing.
The hearing part is good... But I had to be here to find out about it.
I still jump when the door to my left slams open and the lights dim the slightest bit.
I swear they get a little bit darker every day.
I hear David's clunky, separated footsteps come into the room and walk down the hallway. They stop infront of my cell.
"Good morning there, Beatrice." He says, a smirk clear in his voice.
"Let me just tell you that you are one heck of a terrible actor. Excuse me, actress." He remarks, a smirk clear in his voice still. I keep my eyes closed anyway.
Maybe he will just go away.
Maybe I can get one day of a break.
Just maybe I will be spared for one day.
That's all I ask for.
One day.
Of course, not all dreams come true.
I hear his keys jingle as he probably fishes through them to find the one he wants.
I hear the key go into the slot and the click it makes when it's open. The door opens with a screechy cry of its old age.
The footsteps walk into my cell, then stop right in front of me. I feel like I can feel the heat from his shoes radiating off of him and onto me.
It makes me sick.
I continue to keep my eyes closed; not tightly, but peacefully, as if I'm sleeping. Although I have to resist the urge to tighten up and clench all my muscles in fear, I stay relaxed.
Yeah right. I haven't slept in... Who knows how long. Both him and I know that I am definitely not sleeping right now.
His foot connects with the middle of my left calf hard and I let out a screech as my eyes unintentionally fly open and my hands clench to fists. The pain becomes searing as it feels like my leg is on fire. Pain shoots up and down from my knee down to my toes. I clench my eyes shut tightly to try and block out the pain.
I feel something rough like rope go around my left ankle. David makes a knot that gets tighter and tighter until it probably can't get any tighter.
The shouting begins at Caleb, then my father joins him, then Cara as well as my mother. Soon they are all screaming curses at David.
"Don't hurt her! What did she do to you?!"
"Please don't take her! Haven't you already done enough?!"
The voices sound muffled like I have water in my ears, but the sound of a bullet clicking into its chamber sounds as clear as day.
My eyes fly open as I see David has his gun pointed at the cell across from mine; right at Caleb.
"Caleb! No!" Cara screams.
"Don't shoot him!" I somehow get my voice to work though I hardly recognize it.
"Beatrice! No!" He yells but it's too late. I let out a small cry as a bullet is shot into the backside of my left calf; right below my knee.
The pleads and cries continue from my family as David drags me out of my cell and down the hallway to the left of my cell by the rope attached to my ankle.
I get dragged down various hallways with people in them. I just keep my eyes shut as I am dragged. I sometimes hear various gasps or cries when I'm taken down a hallways with other captured people in it.
I recognize some voices, but I find it hard to believe if they are actually really there.
I thought I heard Uriah's voice, Marlene's, and Lynn's down one hallway. Then I thought it could've been Will, Fernando and maybe Tori's voices down another.
But it couldn't have been them, right?
Maybe I am going crazy.
They are dead.
Yeah, I had seen Marlene and Uriah and Lynn down a hallway before...
But I find it hard to tell the difference between truth and nightmare anymore.
* * *
It's been who knows how long and David is still dragging me around. I want to open my eyes so if I had to get away, I maybe had some sence in where the heck I am.
But I continuelessly wonder how big this place is. I haven't heard any voices for a while, so I must not be by any cells anymore.
Cautiously, I open my eyes the tiniest crack to see that I am being dragged down hill; like on some kind of ramp or something. It is really dark; darker than the hallway where my cell is. The walls are still a hard cement concrete type thing and the floors are still a smooth yet uncomfortable cement that I am so use to sleeping on every night.
David turns right and then goes left, then after that hallway is another right, then another right, then a long hallway with various doors in it. We go all the way down that hallway then take a left which only leads to another hallways identical to the one before it. All of the doors are a lighter grey and have silver metal doorknobs.
The hallways echos with David heavy footsteps, and my body making a quiet rubbing sound like sandpaper on the cement floor.
He goes up to a door on the left and fumbles with his keys, then unlocks the door. The door scrapes the floor with an extremely loud screech (even worse with the echo) as he pushes it open and drags me inside.
"Really David. Who's this? You said she was bad, but not this bad." A younger looking man in the room says. From what I can see in the poorly lit room, he has lighter brown hair, isn't too tall, but is taller than me. He looks my age or maybe a little older, or maybe a little younger. He is wearing dark jeans and a dark top, I can't be sure if they are grey, black, both or neither. It's just a dark color.
"So you need files for her?" The man asks.
"I need better files for her. They were done when she was knocked out and are very unaccurate." David says.
"I see. Well, give me a second. I gotta start from scratch it seems like. Do me a favor. Strip her and get her up there. Shackles are on the sides." He says gesturing to some kind of bed over on the other side of the pretty big room. He disappears into a room that attaches to the room. The bed seems like one that you would find at a doctors office or the Infirmary; beside the shackles that are attached to the top and bottom of it. There's like three on the top and bottom; some longer than others. I'm assuming that the other side mirrors the side I can see.
I only have a shirt and jeans on already, and that guy told David to strip me.
I really don't want to know what there 'files' are or what will be done to get or do them.
David pulls me close to him, using the rope around my ankle. I squirm and try to get away. Anywhere but in this room. But of course, I fail to even get a foot.
"Don't be difficult now, Beatrice. The easier you cooperate, the quicker you get this done." David says in a motherly tone.
He grabs me quickly and carries me over to the doctor bed across the room. I squirm and move as much as I can in his arms to avoid getting up there.
"I'm going to need some help here!" David calls out sounding struggled.
The other man comes rushing into the room with a whole tray of stuff and a ton of papers. He puts it all down on a long table next to the bed and then comes over to David and I.
"Get her top part down first. She only really has like one leg but two arms. I'll hold her, you get her cuffed." David says struggling as I keep moving as much as I can, ignoring the pain in my leg for the moment.
David throws me up on the bed and had one hand holding down my thighs, the other arm pushing down on my stomach.
"She won't stay still! I can't grap her arms!" The other guy yells in frustration.
"Hold on." David says.
He gets up on the bed and basically sits on my legs, causing searing pain in my leg, then he grabs my shoulders and pushes me down harder.
"Better?" He asks.
"No!" The man replies.
I'm terrified inside, but I don't stop flailing my arms and trying to move my body or legs.
I feel my arms get shackled underneath the bed and then guy goes to my legs.
The man gets my good leg shackled under the bed, but looks at my bad one for a minute.
"What do we do with her other leg?" He says looking confused while glancing up from my leg to David.
I feel myself uncontrollably tremble on the bed as my sixth fear comes trickling back into my mind.
No, I'm not a virgin. Tobias and I did well, that, that one night in the Bureau. That doesn't change anything for how terrified I am right now.
Maybe my fear did go away, maybe it didn't.
Maybe it went away but is coming back now.
I 'died' before I could go into my fear simulation to find out that.
"We'll have to put the details of it in her files, so for the moment I guess just leave it there. She doesn't and really can't move it much anyway. If it does become a problem, then we can shackle it." David says going over to the stuff on the table and flipping through papers. I tense up when I see various needles and doctorly looking things on the tray.
"That works." The guy says walking over toward my head.
"Don't worry about this, Beatrice. Or do you perfer Tris?" He looks at me like I would actually answer him. I stay silent. "Well, I'll call you Beatrice then. Anyway, just think of it like a doctor's appointment. David and I, well, mostly me, will be taking notes and stuff on your physical health by examining your whole body and do some tests and stuff like that. The easier you cooperate, the easier and less painful it will be for you. I won't do anything unnecessary if you work with me here. Okay?" The man says looking straight into my eyes.
I just look at him and say nothing, I don't move or anything.
These people are crazy.
Is it really necessary to do this to me?
"We do this just so we have an evaluation of your health and to take notice of when we do this again of what changes. Just so we know." He says like he was reading my mind.
I still think it's just because they are average men who want to touch a naked woman for the heck of it.
There's absolutely nothing I can do.
"I'm going to go grab some other things, don't start until I get back" David says walking out the door this guy had gotten the tray of doctor crap from earlier.
The guy keeps going through the stuff on the table and I wish that I could move to see the room a little but my legs and arms are cuffed to close to the table for me to be able to move barely an inch.
I look down at the table; its hard metal and is really cold. I notice that there is a dark blood stain down my my hip.
Is that from me?
No it couldn't be. It's by my right hip, and there's really nothing wrong there.
I don't know if it's the cold table or the thought of whose been on this table that gives me shivers.
"Your mother gave birth to your first sister on that table, if that's what your wondering." The guy says looking at me.
It's like he can read my mind or something.
But first?
Mom had said that that was her third time being pregnant...
"The first time she went into labor, David brought her down here; boy did it give your father hell, but anyway, David dragged her down here to give birth in a semi cleaner place with some equipment. She was four months early though, so of course the baby girl didn't make it. She gave birth right there on that table. Your second sister, born right on the floor over there." He gestures to the floor right in the middle of the room. From the corner of my eye I see a little bit of blood, but I can't move to see any more of the floor than that.
"She wasn't as late with that one; seven months along actually. That kid obviously didn't make it either. Stillborn. Born dead. Had no pulse, not breathing, nothin. We thought that we were going to loose your mother with that birth... You see, she was screaming so loud and was already so weak that with all of the blood she lost, somehow she made it out okay. I warned David to be careful he decides to use her as his female 'toy' one might say, but sure enough, three months later she was pregnant again. That one was born in her cell, and you were actually conscious for that one so I'm sure you know the rest of that story." He says looking at me, then turning back to the table.
David comes back into the room and is caring many different things in his arms; none that make me too excited. From what I can see, he has a whip, a belt, something shiny that could be a knife, some kind of rod, and, salt?
"You got enough there?" The man jokes at David. I feel myself start to tremble again, but I try to stop, but I fail.
"She can be a handful. Just getting all of the necessary supplies and or punishments." He says just dropping everything on the table next to the tray.
I start to shiver not only from being so terrified, but also for laying naked on this table for so long and it being so cold in the room.
"Let us begin, Beatrice." David says smirking.
A/N-
Hi humans!
So tomorrow is my last day of school before spring break! I'm hoping to update twice over that time. My my Uncle, Aunt and little cousins are coming in tomorrow until Sunday since they can't make it for Easter.
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