27 September 2012
I'm in a dark room. the walls are a dark gray, and the floor is concrete. There are two mats on the floor, the kind you find in a gym. No windows, there is a solid steel door at the far end of the room, which is possibly ten by fourteen feet wide. "There's another person in the room. A man, a kid maybe. Probably around a mature sixteen or a young eighteen. He has dark brown hair, stunning baby blue eyes, and full red lips. Though, he also has a deep cut on his forehead, bruises on both of his eyes, and strangulation marks on his neck. I don't recognize him. I can't remember how I got here, or who I am. Maybe I should ask?" I remember thinking.
"Where am I?" I asked the boy. "Illiana?" He said, like a question, but I think he was more stating it. "Is that my name?" "Yes." He laughed bitterly. "What?" I said sharply. "Nothing, it's just funny, I've known you my whole life, and now you've asked me your name, this makes it the seventh time." "Wha-" "Today." He grumbled. "Well I'm sorry!" "It's not your fault." He sighed. The boy wiped a tear off my cheek, and held my face in his hands gently. "You relise I don't know who you are right?" "Yeah, but your memory has been resetting all night, I normally only have about five minutes." "Sorry, I'm gonna try and sleep now, before I go may I have your name?" "Travis. " "Goodnight Travis." "It's morning, I think." "Well, good morning then." I put my head down on the mat. "I love you, good bye." I remember him mumbling before I fell asleep.
TRAVIS POV
Iliana laid at a bundle on her side of the mat, when the tray which held are food was scratched through the door. If you think nails on a chalkboard is bad, listen to metal on concrete! Today we were given two pieces of bread, and four pieces of cheese. "Why don't you face me like a real man!" I screamed as I punched and kicked the wall. A note was pushed through the door: When you were sleeping I left you a present in the left corner. I turned around and saw a white pitcher with four plastic cups. My mouth watering I raced up to it, and drank two cups full before remembering Iliana and waking her. I placed my lips on the side of her face, "Illiana." I cooed. She sat up with a start and I gasped. Her face always made me gasp. She was breathtakingly beautiful-is, and now... Her hair was in brown clumps, as she tried to tie it up with a rubber and, just over shoulder length. Her nose was now blue, as it was broken (we think) when she was ran into the wall a few days back. Her lips were still full and red, but the color was from the blood she was spitting up. Even if she looked as she did then, I'd still love her, and she'd still take my breath away. "T-travis?" Illiana asked, pointing to me. I nodded. "What's going on? Weren't we just in the park?" She laughed. "Skipping math!" My face masked horror, She had her memory back of before the accident but not the accident itself. Illiana gasped, "What happened to your face!" She burst. "Ugh, skiing." I lied. "Really? In July? Really Travis, don't lie to me!" "Do you know where we are?" I diverted her question. "Well, no. In your basement?" She gasped and looked around. "Is this where your cuts are from?" "Have some water." I handed her a cup. She sipped at it without taking her eyes off of my face. "Travis," Illiana mumbled. "Tell me the truth." *Chapter Two*
TRAVIS POV
"Let me just get this straight, " Illiana spoke, her voice quavering. "We skipped a class, in the second semester of our senior year, like we almost always do during math. And some guy with gun pushed me into his car?" I nodded. "Then how'd you get in here?" "I guess, I followed you..." My voice trailed off. "And, the bruises?" "At about seven o'clock, he has," I swallowed, but the lump in my throat wouldn't budge. "fun with you." Illiana lifted her shirt. Se gasped as she traced the prominent bruises on her chest. "I'm so sorry." I put my head into my hands to hide the tears streaming down my cheeks. "Don't ever apologize." Illiana cooed, gripping my chin, and embracing me. The door slammed open, "Time's up. You." He gestured toward Illiana, "come with me." She hesitated, looking up at me. "Now!" The man bellowed. The next thing I knew, she and the man were gone. "I have to remember him, so when the police find us we can find him and arrest him." I thought. "He had a rough red beard, and he wore a brown knitted hat hiding his hair. His shirt was a simple grey polo, and tan khakis. He was not overweight, not skinny either. He wore brown sandals and dark sun glasses. No scars or tattoos were visible. " I noted. I decided to exercise, or sleep. Anything really to not think about the man with his hands around Illiana, caressing her, kissing her... So I did push-ups, and sit-ups. Stretched, and jogged around the room, hoping that if he ever came back, i'd be able to catch him and escape maybe even get some good punches in. A few hours later he threw Illiana back into our cell-literally. I was asleep, but I awoke with a horrendous thud as she landed on her back. Illiana rubbed her head as the man laughed, and slammed the door. "Ow," Illiana rubbed her head. "His name's Victor." She announced, before she winced and rubbed a dark spot on her neck. "What the hell is that?" I asked, shocked at the sight. "He bit me, I guess. I blocked out most of it." She shuddered. "You don't have to explain anything to me." I mumbled embracing her. We stayed like that for a long time. Her crying silent tears, and I holding her.
ILLIANA'S POV
As Travis held me, I tried not to relive the horrible experience I had just witnessed. Victor had tied me to the bed, and pawed around inside me. He kissed my lips and my body, sucking on parts of me, before ordering me to act like I liked it. The weird thing was, I was starting to like it. He ordered me around like I was his slave. I would moan when he pleasured me orally- It was out of my control, and he knew it. It made me sick. Eventually, he wanted to go even further. I was sore all over, bruises on my thighs, arms and ribs. I could barley walk without crying out in pain, but I did my best to hide it from Travis. Eventually, he wanted to know: "Would you like to talk about it?" Travis asked me. "Um, " I tried to avoid the talk, "I just don't feel comfortable, talking about it with you..." My voice trailed off. "Okay, if you ever feel like you need to, I'm here." He reassured me. "Thanks." I mumbled, before lying back on the mat. "Why are you still here?" I asked Travis. "I'm his dummy. "He spat. "His punching bag. You were sleeping when he took me." "Oh, Travis!" I sat up. "Yes?" He rushed over to me. "What is it?" "I'm so sorry." I hugged him. "We'll get out of here soon. I promise you." He whispered behind my back. "Would you like to talk about it?" I asked him. "May I?" He whispered. "Of course." I laid back down. "Well, I thought he was coming for you, so I stood in front of you, like as shield." I gasped. "He marched over to me, I never noticed how fit he was before I guess, he lifted me up like I was a toothpick or something! And he brought me into this bedroom before hitting me square in the jaw. I started seeing spots all over the room. The next thing I knew, he had a belt. He started beating me, and whipping me. I tried to be strong and not cry, but the pain was too much, and I blacked out. Which I guess was a blessing in disguise, I couldn't feel what her was doing to me." I looked up at Travis and saw his face streaked with cuts, bruises and tears. His left eye swollen to the point where I was wondering if he could even see me. His hair was matted with blood, and his once clean shirt was blood stained. We both laid down our heads and attempted to sleep, I wondered if Travis had such bad dreams that I did: I was running down a long hallway, scattered with doors. Each door I'd open held Travis, but whenever i'd reach out to touch him, he'd turn out to be Victor standing in Travis' shadow. That vicious cycle went on until when we believed morning came, and Victor picked me up and brought me back to the little room.
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