Crying Soul Chapter Two

"If I so as hear a word out of you, I’ll carve you insides out and make you suffer. But either way, I’ll make you bleed by the end of tonight."

Sandra didn’t know how long she had been unconscious for, but it was pitch black outside by the time she woke up. She was lying on a bed that was stripped of all the sheets and pillows. Her skin was cold as ice, and her head pounded. The air was very chilly, colder then outside in the wintertime. Sandra moved her arms, but she was unable to. Icy cool chains were fastened her to the bed, cutting into her skin like daggers.

When she attempted to move, waves of agony flowed through her like a river after a huge down pour. The pain so painful that it made her wince everytime she tried to do anything. She remembered that if she made a sound, that that crazy man would gut her. Well, that would be a little nicer then this, being chained to a freezing cold bed.

Then the door opened, illuminating some light into the chilly room from the outside. "So you’re awake are you?" said guys voice. It was deep and filled with excitement. Great. This was just wonderful. Absolutely perfect. Her mind could only wonder what this sicko was planning. But then again, Sandra didn’t want to know, and she didn’t want to be here right now.

"So what’s your name?" He asked again, coming so sit on the bed next to Sandra. Sandra, of course, did not answer, but instead she didn’t look at him She didn’t answer to people who held her captive in a room, while they had chained her to the bed. He looked down at her with dark blue, almost black, eyes. Sandra almost had this strange feeling that he could see right through her, to see if she was lying or telling him the truth.

‘What a creepy feeling.’ She thought to herself, as she looked out the window. A hand cupped her chin, forcing her to look back at him. This new position was straining her neck, making it get cramped. "I asked you what your name was bitch." He said very bitterly, sending shivers that felt like millions and millions of spiders crawling, up and down her back. ‘Dammit, this isn’t good. He's scaring to crap out of me. How am I supposed to find my voice?’

The hand released her, and then it came hurling back, forcefully slapping her on the cheek. The hit he presented with her was so hard, that it sent her into the wall. Only to make her chains pull and strain on her already cut up wrists, reopening her wounds. Shrieking, she felt the hot tears start at her eyes.

"Bitch, if you even think about getting away with not answering me, you are far from being intelligent." His booming voice echoed through the small, unoccupied room. Some tears forced there way free, blinding her vision. "Now, lets try this again. What is your name?" Sandra took a deep breath, then exhaling out, and then she whispered her name. "What was that?" He asked leaning closer to her face. "Sandra." She repeated.

"That’s better." He replied, leaning away again. "What are you going to do to me?" Her voice was whispered, not wanting to sound that she was scared, because Sandra felt the exact opposite. She was really afraid. She was frightened and she didn’t trust him, which didn’t add any comfort in the matter at all. But how could anybody trust this man? It was simply impossible.

He ran his hand through her hair, making goose bumps appear all over her body. Sandra shivered, making the man smile in return. "You wont to know what I’m going to do with you?" "You’re not going to rape me, are you?" "Oh hell no! You’re butt ugly! Why the hell would you ever think I would rape someone the likes of you?" Sandra felt as though she had been slapped in the face, again. She never thought herself as ugly. She never saw herself as ugly either. If she was ugly then why had Troy become her boyfriend?

"Damn! I can’t believe you would ever think that you were cute? You’re hideous! You’re disgusting! You’re more then that; you are a slut! A whore! An abomination!" The words made Sandra flinch every time they came free from his mouth. It was like, and felt like, literally being punched in the stomach, only it was ten times worse. "And I’m going to remind you how ugly you look by engraving it into you’re skin." Sandra saw the blade flip open in his palm, as he grabbed her left arm.

Sandra squirmed and thrashed, trying to get his grip loosened. He held her wrist tight, cutting off her circulation. Her hand started tingling and she moved her fingers, trying to keep them alive. Then she felt the cold knife on her fore arm. He put more pressure on the blade, making her shriek out in pain. He chuckled, making Sandra close her eyes, as he made the first letter, "u".

Sandra could feel all the letters that he was carving into her skin. It made even more tears spring free, drowning her eyes with a watery vision. She felt the next letter. "G". He cut it deep and clean, making sure the word would be visible completely. Then the next two letters, "l" and "y" came. He laughed and went through the word once more, making sure that he cut it deep enough so that it would scar. By now the tears flowed freely, making gasping and sob’s came from Sandra, her body shaking like a leaf.

She knew what the first word was "Ugly". She could hear him chuckling loudly, which made her crouch toward the farther side of the bed. His strong hands pulled her back; grasping her arm that he had just did his artwork on. Wincing, Sandra let him take control. She didn’t want to make the pain even more extreme, so might as well let him have his fun. But this time his blade cut into her right arm, except that he started up at the shoulder. Sandra felt him carve in the "a", then going over it again, then once more.

She was bleeding her life’s supply of blood away. Her mind was getting hazy, she felt dizzy making her sight not very good. Everything started to blur, swirl, and twirl, until she didn’t see anything except complete darkness.

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Troy and Brandon arrived back in town the next morning. Troy said that he wasn’t going to be at school, but he didn’t know that it wasn’t going to take not even a day to feed. So they finished last night, now he could surprise her by being at school. Eager to see Sandra, Troy drove to school. When Brandon left him, only to corner his girlfriend, Trish, by the girl’s locker room. Troy smiled and said a mental good-bye to his brother. ‘Hey, when am I going to see you and your girlfriend smooch in front of me, huh?’ Brandon asked, as he was feverishly making out with Trish. Troy smiled. ‘Soon enough, brother. Soon enough.’ Troy saw his brother smirk against Trish’s lips, then he opened his eyes looking over at Troy, but he continued to kiss Trish.

‘Well all I know is that I better see it soon, little brother.’ Troy smiled and started walking away toward Sandra’s locker. He leaned against it, waiting for her to come around the corner like she normally did. But he waited in vain; Sandra never showed up, even when the bell rang. This wasn’t right and it made Troy really nervous but he started walking to class anyway. Maybe Sandra would be in history.

They had all, except maybe 2, classes together. So if she just got here early then she would be in class. But when he walked inside the room, he didn’t find Sandra anywhere. Troy was confused. Sandra hardly ever missed school, and when she did, she always called to tell him. Then he would skip school and go hang with her. It was just when she was sick, so she was just sleeping most of the time. But either way, he liked to watch Sandra sleep. She was always so peaceful, and Troy enjoyed that.

When lunch ended, Troy walked to the office. Once he entered he approached the front desk. "Hello, I was wondering if you could possibly tell me if Sandra Collins reported in sick today?" The lady smiled and nodded, quickly logging onto the computer school network. The woman looked over and clicked on a file, then she turned her attention back on Troy. "No, she’s hasn’t got a sick day today, but her parents hadn’t called her in sick either." "Could you possibly call her home and finding out." Troy asked. "Yes, I sure can."

The woman picked up the phone and dialed Sandra’s home number. It was on speakerphone so they could both hear it ringing. Then the answering machine came on. The lady nodded then turned back to Troy, looking at him with the expression looking like she was expecting more questions. "Thanks for trying anyway." Thanked Troy as he headed for the door. Walking into the men’s bathroom, he flipped open his cell phone. He dialed Sandra’s cell number and waited.

Her answering machine picked up, just like it did at home. "Hey, you’ve reached Sandra. I can’t come to the phone right at this second, so just leave a message with your name and I’ll give you a jingle back." He heard the beep and he started recording his message. "Hey babe, it’s me, Troy, and I was just wondering... where the hell you are? Your dad didn’t call you in sick and, well, you’re not here now. So I just wanted to know if something was wrong, and I want to know if you’re okay. So call me if you get this, but I’ll call again if you don’t call me." Troy hung up, and then he walked out of the bathroom, heading for his next class, without Sandra.

The day went by really fast, and without Sandra, Troy was bored as hell. He spent the whole day checking to see if anyone had called, or text messaged him. But to his disappointment, there was zip. Zero. None. It bothered him a lot, as well as pissed him too. He wanted to know where Sandra was. She was his girlfriend and all, making him have the right to know where she was.

Driving home was a bitch because Sandra wasn’t with him, so that only made it more boring then it already was. Troy loved driving fast, but he loved it even more when Sandra always criticized him for doing so. The thought of her giving him a disapproving look, then attacking him about his driving, made a smile come to his face. He absolutely loved it when she babbled on and on about how he was such a bad driver. Once, Sandra even threatened him that she wouldn’t ride with him anymore if he didn’t keep the speed under 150. So that only gave him some motivation to drive slow, in his opinion, when he was around Sandra. But when she wasn’t with him, Troy was a speed demon.

Parking in the garage, Troy flipped open his cell, checking to see if there was anything. But, like before, there was nothing. Tapping in her cell number again, he waited. Then, once again, her answering machine picked up. When the tone sounded, he started talking. "Hey Sandra, it’s me again. I just wanted to know if you were okay, and to see if everything was all right. But seeing that you didn’t get my earlier message, something is definitely not right. So, I am going to stop by your house at six. Got that? And if you’re not home, I’ll wait on your doorstep until you do come home."

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Her eyes flickered open, only to see the darkened, shadowy room that was surrounded her completely. She shivered, realizing then that her clothes had been removed. Well, all except for her bra and thong. Sandra winced as she had attempted to move. The room smelled musty and it wasn’t very pleasant.

Looking down, she saw what had made the room smell bad. Bloody engraved words covered her entire body. Gazing at her left forearm, she saw the word ugly. Then she glanced at her other arm. She gasped, reading the word that occupied the space. "Abomination" was chiseled deep into her arm, that had reopened again, which created blood beads around the corners of each letter.

Sandra took a deep breath; she closed her eyes, convincing herself to look down at her aching stomach. Opening her eyes, she looked down, only to make her quickly shut them after she had read what he carved "Whore".

Tears pushed their way past, now falling down her cheek smoothly. Sandra whimpered, feeling the now fleeting pain that had risen in her legs. Glancing down through watery vision, she saw the words that were on her legs. "Disgusting" covered the left leg and "hideous" took over the right.

Sandra tired to fight the tears off, like a strong soldier that was defending his country, but it didn’t work out so well. They slid down her chin, landing on her neck, then that’s when she felt a sharp twitch of pain that made her neck muscles spaz. Looking over at the closet she saw the artwork on her neck. The simple word "slut" was smoothly, but deeply cut into her skin. Sandra was surprise that she hadn’t died yet.

More tears forced their way out, falling onto her already pained neck, making the pain worsen. Agony washed through out her whole body. This only resolved to more tears and more tears resolved to more pain. Sandra faced the wall, staring at it blankly, like it could save her, but nothing could. Not no one, not no how.

Gazing over her shoulder, Sandra gazed at her back. It was swollen around the edges of more very hurtful words. "Bitch" occupied the lower half of her back, and "skank", a new word, consumed the upper portion of her back. She started whimpering, only to make her inside hurt more, creating her skin on the outside to hurt as well.

Why did she let these words effect her so much to the point where she was in tears? Sandra was stronger then this, but right now her mind didn’t believe so. Her quiet whimpering didn’t cover up the sound of the door opening. Rolling onto her back, Sandra turned her head to see him standing in the doorway, smiling smugly.

"So, I see, and I can hear, that you have discovered my artwork. Isn’t it beautiful?" He teased, coming to sit down beside his captive. Hot tears raced down Sandra’s puffy cheeks. His chuckle echoed threw the empty room. "Oh come on, I know deep down that you know that all those words are solemnly true. I never lie, my sweet." Sandra looked away, biting on her lower lip, keeping her from screaming at the top of her lungs. The chains rattled from the movement that he had made.

"Oh, what is this?" He growled, grabbing her chains, tugging on them none to gently. He pulled her back so that she was facing him. "Does your body ache?" Sandra just stared past him, looking into the mirror. His sheepish grin turned into a frown once he noticed that she wasn’t paying attention to him. He raised his hand, and then he brought it across her left cheek, leaving a red, angry handprint behind.

"Bitch! Look at me when I’m talking to you!" He said very loudly. A muffled cry escaped her mouth as she leaned her head back against the bed. Hearing the silence broken by him whipping out his pocketknife. Sandra’s eyes fell onto the shinny, sharp blade. She could see her reflection in it, which wasn’t any more comforting then what she had before.

He laughed, bringing the knife to rest against her left arm where the word ugly was. "You see this? Well this is about to come true!" Threw the next hour, he spent his time going back over the words that covered Sandra’s body. She screamed and thrashed around, but it bring one once of help. Blood was smeared over everything, and all he ever did was laugh. He chiseled the words deep, making sure that they would scar. The words would ne there the rest of her life, never dulling nor fading. This would scar her entire life, leaving her heartless and with no self-esteem.

Agony filled her insides, leaving no room to spare. Her soul was crying. Crying out for help; crying for the pain to break and for it never to return again. Prayers left her mouth once he left the bedroom. Sandra’s face was covered with dirt, making the tear streaks visible clearer. Looking out the window, she saw the starry sky. Closing her eyes, she called out to her savior.

‘’Troy, please help me. Save me. Oh please God; give him the guidance he needs to find me. Troy, I love you, please, oh please save me from this hell.’

The door shot open, presenting her with a very aggravated man standing in the doorway. His gaze burned right through her, making her shake with fear. Fear for her life. She felt the feeling that she was going to die that he was going to kill her. Storming over to her, he grabbed her ponytail. Pulling her head far from the bed, he punched her, as he still held on, making her scream.

"How could you ever think that you could be anything to anybody? Hmm? You’re an annoying little bitch who doesn’t know her place. You’re a bitch who acts so innocent! Well you’re not! God, what a fucking whore! You disgust me so much, you slut!" He yelled at her, making her whimper and cry loudly. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" He screamed, hitting her again, only to make her cry harder. But Sandra wasn’t prepared for what was coming next, and when it did, she stopped everything listening intently to what he said.

"You’re a nothing! You hear me? A NOTHING! You were a mistake, a burden, and a waste of space and time! You’re an IT!" He tugged on her hair, moving her around violently. He was almost to the point of pulling out her hair.

"How could you ever think for a minute, no, a second, that you can be somebody? You’re a nothing! A nobody! Basically you’re a wasted, unattractive body with no soul whatsoever, taking up room in this world. And you have no true meaning to be here!"

He punches Sandra in the stomach, making her cough up blood. Then he brings her face inches away from his, making her look into his dark eyes. "How could you even think that you could ever be beautiful? How could you ever think that you are beautiful? Huh?" He tugs harder, "HUH?"

"Why would you even wonder about that? But the part that pisses me off the most would have to be where you could ever think that you were loved? Oh yes, I did my research. I did my studying. I know all about the fact that Troy wont tell you that he loves you until he really means it. Well he won’t! HE WON’T! You want to know why? Because you’re ugly! You’re a bitch! You are a slut! A whore! That’s why!"

Sandra closed her eyes, breathing really hard, trying not to cry, and trying not to make a sound. She hears him grunt angrily. He slam’s her face into the wooden headboard of the bed. A loud snap makes Sandra scream. Her nose was broken. Blood was everywhere and he wasn’t even nearly done. Then he repeats it again, making her shriek with pain.

Next, he brought her face right back up to his. They were so close that their noses were touching. "Everybody hates you! Despises you beyond anything or anybody else!" He throws her back on the bed, and unlocks her chains. Then carrying her over to the mirror by her hair, he slams her into mirror numerous times.

With one final hard shove into the mirror, the glass shatters. Sandra falls to the ground when he lets go of her when he gave her a final push, having glass fall on top of her and all around her. Blood covers her from head to toe, and glass pieces had sunk themselves into her fragile skin. He bends down next to her, grabbing her hair once more, forcing her to look at him.

Then in a very calm, but cruel and smug voice he says, "You’re an annoying, ugly, stupid, clumsy, irritating woman. Or "IT" should I say. You will never be a somebody to anyone in this entire universe. Ever."

Then he tosses her against the broken glass again, then getting up; he shuts and locks the door behind him. When Sandra moved a tiny hair, she could feel small glass pieces embedded into her back.

Smoke leaks from under the door, making Sandra scream. He had set the house on fire and left her to die inside. But when she tried to move, she found out that her right leg was broken, along with her left arm being dislocated. And to add to that, her nose was shattered as well.

The room grew hot, too hot, and Sandra wasn’t going to be able to move at all. The carbon dioxide filled the space, making it impossible to breathe. Coughing and crying, Sandra preyed for help to come. She prayed for mercy and she preyed that if she died, that her death would come quick, not painful.

Then the door brakes down, letting in massive flames of fire.
Sandra’s end had come...

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