Unknown's P.O.V

"Please- please- d-o-n't", muffled sobs echoed softly from the other side of the wooden door.

The woman's sobs continued, increasing in intensity as the seconds passed in an ignorant bliss.

WHOOSH!

WHOOSH!

"NOOOOOO! PLEASE!", the woman screamed and wailed aloud this time, followed by more whipping sounds.

"AHHHHHHH!"

The high pitched wails continued for a minute or two and then gradually decreased to muffled sobs again, and then gradually ceased into silence, i.e in to deafening silence.

Footsteps echoed through the dark long corridor, interrupting the thick tensed atmosphere.

A tall silhouette of a man was seen appearing in front of the wooden door, knocking on it making a slight rap-tap sound to be heard. The rest of his features were engulfed by the shadows lingering in the dark corners of the corridor.

The sound of an unlocking bolt was heard. The brown, almost black wooden door opened with a creak, revealing another silhouette of a short plump man. The door opened to a room which was dark as the corridor, barely making anything inside visible.

"Accomplished?", a gruff voice belonging to the tall man questioned.

The plump man's shadow shifted a bit uneasily.

"No. She isn't spilling, no matter how harsh I be on her", the plump one muttered with a heavy sigh.

A sound taking the form of a frustrated sigh escaped the lips of the tall man.

"Let me see", then the gruff voice spoke after a moment of silence.

The plump man shifted aside letting the tall man enter the dark mysterious room.

The room was completely dark except for the middle segment which was illuminated by a small beam of light escaping through a mini hole on the ceiling.

The light lit a huge metallic grey table with a little girl strapped on to it. The grey was tainted on the surface with blood, turning it into a dark muddy brown colour.

The girl looked lifeless and pale. The red jumper was torn in places making the deep wounds on the pale flesh beneath the cloth visible. Her face and legs were disfigured with gashes making fresh blood ooze out of them, non stop. The spilling blood mixed with the shredded red jumper, makes her whole torso appear to be covered in blood making the sight horrible and haunting.

The slight and almost invisible raise of her bossom indicated that she was still alive.

Alive but unconscious.

The blue jeans were ripped apart in places, exposing the pale bloody skin beneath it. Her blonde hair was now tinted a red making her look like a vampiress who was sacrificed to the moon.

"You idiot! You were supposed to keep her awake. He will be here any minute!", the gruff voice exclaimed with a tinge of panic and fear lacing his voice.

"I didn't even realise! I just got carried away", the plump one whispered, his voice trembling with fear and regret.

The other man sighed.

"Do whatever you've got to do and wake her up! That is if you don't have any death wish", the other man sneered.

The plump one didn't reply.

Both of them were silent, not daring to step out of the dark, into the light.

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"Tell me girl. I don't like repeating", a cold malicious voice demanded softly, making the room ring with authority.

The very same girl was now strapped to a chair, her body trembling uncontrollably and flinching at the mere sound of the voice. She kept looking down at the slightly illuminated floor, not daring to utter a word. Her eyes and face were covered by thick blood coated strands of hair, hiding the look of fear in them.

"Hahahahaha", the voice boomed in laughter, chilling everyone in the room to their bones.

"If this is how you wish to play it, I don't mind kid", the voice then hissed venomously.

The girl didn't move a limb.

"BRING HIM!", the demanding voice boomed again, slashing through the thick silence like a whiplash.

The girl visibly flinched.

The creak of a door opening and the sound of approaching footsteps rang out loudly in the deafening silence, making the girl snap and look up for the first time.

A little pale boy of around five years stepped into the spotlight with fear written across his face. The moment he spotted the deeply disfigured girl, a flicker of recognition crossed his chocolate brown eyes.

"Bella?", he called out softly, still unsure whether it was his sister.

The little girl stared at the boy, showing no emotion at all.

The little boy took baby steps towards the girl with hesitance till he reached the wooden chair in which the girl was bound to. He peered closely into his sister's blue eyes, unsure why his sister was pretending to not know him.

"Bella?", he called out softly again.

An unreadable emotion crossed the girl's eyes for a fraction of a second and then soon vanished. For one looking closer, he would have mistaken himself for hallucinating.

The girl stared straight into the boy's eyes and then turned towards the darkness.

"Who is this?", she asked calmly, her face mirroring that of a clueless confused victim.

"Don't play tough kid unless you want your baby brother to end up the same as you", the voice hissed back, flashing in warning.

"Hahahahaha", the girl threw back her head and laughed humourlessly.

"You are wrong. This isn't my brother", her busted lips spread into a wide smirk making the wounds in them open up further, allowing blood to gush out. The sight was definitely cringe worthy.

Silence.

Cold unbearable silence enveloped the room.

When one would have thought that the girl had just sealed her own death sentence, the voice spoke again.

"Then why would you come hear alone?", it sneered.

"Who said that I was alone?", the girl bit back smugly.

Silence.

The whole room was silent once again.

It was silent for too long for one would have thought that the boss had fallen for the girl's trap.

"Hahahahaha", a booming laugh shot through the room, only this time it was carved with pure ice, freezing the temperature to a minus degree Celsius.

And only this time, the laugh was real.

Real but evil.

Pure evil.

"I must say that you've got some interesting guts there kid. Too bad that it wouldn't last for too long", the husky voice chuckled softly.

The voice was sure attractive. It was attractive enough to make one drool just at the sound of it. Too bad, one had to hear it in such unhealthy circumstances.

"We've been watching you kid. Both from inside the department and out. We've got our own resources", the voice spoke again, making the girl involuntarily shudder at the words.

"Show some play to our little girl here", the dominance-radiating voice continued mercilessly as a flicker of panic flashed across the girl's black orbs.

Someone stepped into the spotlight.

Someone who was fully covered in black with a mask.

The black masked man took hold of the little boy by his shoulders and aimed the other whip carrying hand towards the boy's back.

The girl's eyes widened in horror.

The little boy who was oblivious to the whole scenario stood staring at the girl with wide chocolate brown eyes.

"Can I go home? I need to see my sister", the little boy's voice echoed loudly, his doe's like eyes portraying innocence.

The masked man visibly froze in the middle of his act, completely surprised by the little boy's sudden outburst.

Bella's eyes widened in surprise for a milli second, but soon came back to its own size.

The boy looked into Bella's eyes with determination and gave her an almost unnoticeable nod.

"This isn't my sister", the boy whispered and then pretended to bawl his eyes out.

The girl's eyes hardened, but her insides swelled with pride. She was proud of her little brave brother.

"What are you waiting for!", the demanding voice roared in fury, silencing the little boy for good.

The black man flinched back completely startled. He raised his hand quickly and,

WHOOSH!

The whip lashed into the boy's tender skin leaving an angry red gash on his back.

"AHHHHHHH!", the boy cried in pain.

Bella's eyes widened in horror.

"NOOOOOO! Please-", the moans as from before escaped the little girl's mouth in soft sobs.

WHOOSH!

The whip struck again with a skin scrunching sound.

The boy started bawling his eyes out for real. Tears cascaded his now red cheeks, filling his innocent brown eyes with pain.

"Let him go! I'll tell you whatever you need to know", the girl wailed as her body racked back and forth from uncontrollable sobs.

The black man raised his hand again when,

"ENOUGH!", the voice rang out, freezing the masked man on his feet.

"Good girl. If you had obliged before, your brother would have already been safely tucked under his blanket, fast asleep by now. Don't blame me now", the voice continued with a tinge of sarcasm.

"But what to do, you had to play Miss. Witty endangering your brother's life", the cold voice rang out in fake sympathy.

For a minute or two, the only thing that was audible was the soft cries belonging to the two siblings.

The little boy was now cuddled up in Bella's lap with his head resting against Bella's blood soaked chest. Buckets of tears flowed out from their eyes making the darkness itself to moan out in despair for the two youngsters' fate.

"Tell me", the cold voice hissed, making the girl freeze on the chair for the umpteenth time today.

The girl was too frozen to utter a word. She regretted coming alone.

Thoughts of regret revolved around her mind in regard to her idiotic actions. She should have told Emma, even if she didn't trust the others. Emma was trustworthy.

I could have saved my baby brother.

That was the only thing that was echoing within the walls of her mind.

More tears rolled out of her eyes, blurring the sight of the little blonde head resting below her.

"TELL ME!", the voice roared making Bella snap back to the harsh reality from her remorseful thoughts.

"Get that boy!", the voice screamed in rage making Bella's eyes widen in fear.

"Emma Parker", her tongue let the name slip before she could even think of a fake one.

Silence.

Earth numbing silence descended across the room.

"Who?", the voice asked unsurely.

The girl's lips trembled in fear. Her black pools reflected guilt, shame, pain, fear and regret.

Most of all, those glassy eyes reflected something else.

Something heart shattering.

Something mind numbing.

They reflected the eyes of a suicider.

"WHO!", the voice roared again.

"Dave Parker", the girl quickly whispered, hoping that he hadn't heard the first name.

Silence.

The girl stared into the darkness boldly, feeling an icy cold feeling creeping up her spine.

"Get me the boy", the voice hissed making the girl jump in fright.

The little boy's grip around his sister tightened as his head moved to look up at her in fear.

"It-t's Emma Parker", the girl quickly stuttered before the masked man could lay a finger on him.

"I'm sorry Emma", a small almost inaudible whisper was heard as the little girl muttered something to herself as buckets of tears rolled down her cheeks.

Tick

Tick

Tick

The seconds ticked by in silence.

And when everyone thought that the boss had left, the voice was heard again.

This time, it came out in a silky soft manner.

Then the voice repeated again.

It repeated again, taking the form of a loud sneer making everyone shudder in fright.

"EMMA PARKER"

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Hey guys,

To be honest, I cried when I wrote this chapter. It was too painful to even imagine the whole scenario, let alone put it in to words.

Did you guys cry too?? Forget the tears, did this chapter atleast make your heart squirm in pain???

Please do let me know on what sort of emotion it gathered within you. I'm very eager to know 😍

And as for the questions,
1) To whom do you think that the mysterious voice belong to??
2) What do you think will happen to Bella and her brother?? Will they end up like the other victims or will they be rescued??

I hope that this long chapter brought you guys immense satisfaction.

Don't forget to tell me your views on it and on the types of emotions that it reeled within you 😍

I promise to update soon ❤️

Till next time,

Love,

Ranna