Sorry this chapter took so long, I had a heartbreaking family crisis and sadly more are on the way. I
Tried
to make this chapter a little longer but we'll see. Chapter 4 is already in the making so hopefully it won't be a long wait. Feel free to comment anything useful, humorous, opinionated, and or mean since you will anyways ;)
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~~~~~~~~~~~Mistress~~~~~~~~~~~
I wince from the pain emanating from my outer thigh as well as from the stiffness of my body while testing my restraints. My head is spinning but there's a strange constant stinging sensation on the inside of my forearm.
I stretch languidly as I relish the feeling of my vertebrae popping back into place while my brain tries to adjust to reality
Where am I?
Attempting to clear the fog in my head I shake my head only to be rewarded with a painful throb in my right arm. Gasping at the sudden pain I groan as the throb intensifies into an insistent burn through my entire arm.
Fighting the sudden wave of nausea I close my eyes allowing my body a short rest. My eyes flutter open in a panic to check for any serious damage to my body or signs I have been assaulted while unconscious. Other than the soreness of my entire body only my right arm and outer thigh concern me, slowly tilting my head back I notice a plastic device is tapped in the crook of my elbow. My stomach knots uncomfortably, a catheter.
A feeling of utter hopelessness washes over me accompanied by a cold stinging wetness rolling down my cheeks. The action is foreign to me, the cold trails left by tears remind me of the last time I allowed myself to cry.
*Flashback*
My childhood was easily the best time of my life, I was always surrounded by a loving family. My father Michael absolutely adored my mother Leanne, you could see the adoration in his eyes every time he looked at her. My heart aches at the memory of my parents.
It was the last day of fifth grade when my father drove me back home, I walked into my parents' bedroom and found my mom naked and bloody lying face-first on her bed. I nudged her lifeless body, her throat was torn open. I must have screamed since my father ran into the room and grabbed me dragging me out of the house and into his ford truck.
I glanced out of the back window and whimpered when a black truck began tailgating us. There was a hard jolt, then the truck swerved into us causing our truck to careen off the road. I had this weightlessness before being thrashed around the cabin of the truck.
A sharp searing pain in my midsection snapped me out of a daze. I looked down and found a large fragment of glass embedded in my stomach, blood quickly seeping through my favorite shirt. With strength I never knew my body possessed, I slowly pulled the jagged glass from my flesh with shaking fingers before crawling out of a shattered window of the overturned vehicle clutching my stomach.
A man was slowly approaching the wrecked truck when I remembered my father was still inside. Quickly crawling to the drivers window I shook my motionless father, hoping. His green eyes suddenly shot open, he only uttered one word,
"run".
That would be the last time I saw my father, alive or otherwise. The severity of the situation overwhelmed me, looking into my father's pleading eyes under my breath I whispered,
"I love you."
I wanted to live, I wasn't ready to die, I was too young. Looking back on it now I wish I'd stayed and died with my father. I left part of myself behind that day and I've never been happy, I mean really, truly happy.
*End flashback*
When the tears cease I'm left with a chronic sniffle while I berate myself for giving into my emotions. Emotions only made a person susceptible to attack. My foster father stated his view clearly,
"emotions have no place in a strong fighter. Emotion is a weakness, warriors must show no weakness, not ever", his voice drones in my head.
With closed eyes I try to locate an object to pick the locks of my restraints with my mind, an uncanny ability I developed shortly before my parents were killed. I didn't embrace this power instead I chose to hide it, until now that is.
A hint of a smile plays across my lips while my mind struggles to carry an allen wrench from across the room, maybe I should develop this ability more, it couldn't hurt. Mentally probing the heavy duty padlock I'm able to ascertain the exact length, pattern, and tension of each of the numerous pins that lie within the thick steel lock.
Here goes nothing...
Imagining the metal of the allen wrench was pliable clay I reshape it to the exact specifics to open the lock with intense concentration. Resting, I allow my mind to guide my key into the lock and slowly turn it to avoid causing any noises.
