A woman's screams and the sounds of a fight echoed through the halls. He sighed in exasperation as the cries filtered into the round room. He shook the dark hair out of his eyes, scanned the room, and went back to the mechanical device in his hands. It was a simple room; two beds along the wall- one for him and one for her- a desk with a lamp, and a lamp over the bed he was on now. His bed.
The screams stopped.
A few moments passed in silence... then the metal doors of the room slid open and two silhouetted guards walked in, dragging the limp form of a girl between them. They walked to the center of the room and released her. After the doors hissed shut the girl began to stand, but instead let out a groan of pain and fell back down. He watched her try a few more times, then finally put the device down and went over to her.
He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up. Picked her up in his arms and carried her over to other bed. "You shouldn't resist" He wrapped a blanket around her, "All your efforts do is hurt you more."
"You have no idea what they do to me," She shivered. "What He does to me."
"Even so, you should be more compliant. They did give you a safe place to sleep."
"A place to sleep, yes. Safe, no." She argued. "I am a toy for them."
"You aren't even that," he yelled. "You are nothing to them, You are worthless. The only reason you are still here is because He thinks you will bend to His wishes."
"Never." She whispered, "I would die first."
"They won't let you die." He grabbed her hair and jerked her around so her eyes met his. He saw an unfathomable hollowness in her eyes, like the only thing that kept her fighting was survival instincts. He didn't care what they did to her, he had gotten her out of that hellhole and she should have been willing to do anything to keep from going back. "You act like I have done nothing for you." He walked back to his bed.
"You took me away from there, and I thank you." She said solemnly, "But you brought me here, and for that... I may never forgive you."
At that remark, he snatched up one of the tools on his bed and threw it at her. She flinched, just narrowly missing it.
"Next time He comes," He said going back to the device, "Be quiet, don't fight back. Just pretend you're somewhere else. Somewhere... Happy; and maybe, just maybe, it will all be over quickly."
His words hung in the air, silence surrounded it but could not etch away at it. She watched him work long into the night, unable to sleep. Afraid to sleep. Afraid to even breathe. Reality was bad enough, but now her dreams had turned on her. Hazy visions of what had been crept into her view. Memories and imagination melded together, twisting her world into darkness...
* * *
Something moved along her thigh. It was cold, her blanket was gone. She awoke in His room. Chain links clinked against each other as she moved her leg. Cold metal cuffs held her limbs. The thick form of a man moved above her. "Good, you're awake," His voice said, "Now you can enjoy this." He got off her and went over to the table on the other side of the room. He raised a glass of water to his lips. She sat up and looked around the room for a blade. "You can't break free of those chains my dear." He started back toward the bed.
* * *
A solemn figure emerges from the debris that night. A pale girl, who finally left that place; with its horrors and monsters trapped within.
