Page 53 of Scarred in Silence
The basement.
In the basement, it appears to be a standard area with guest rooms. I noticed these three rooms have locks on the outside of the doors, not the inside. The rooms are currently empty. Which makes me think he killed them or let them go.
Each room has a different setup. One looks like a doctor’s office, only more barbaric. The other one looks like a massage room. And the last one is a bedroom.
I keep walking and find an open lounge area, filled with soft music. The sounds of “God’s Whisper” by Raury flutter through the space.
The sound of a throat clearing has me jumping.
“What are you doing?” Victor’s low voice booms throughout the lounge.
“J-just looking around.”
“Curiosity killed the cat, you know.”
“I know…”
He walks across the dimly lit room, approaching me like a predator.
“Are you ready to learn about my interests?” He asks in a daring tone.
“Y-yes,” my voice barely audible. I don’t know what he does to me, but he makes me question myself. At least here I can roam around instead of being chained to a floor.
“Follow me.”
He walks me back to the rooms I was snooping in. He stops outside the medical looking room.
He gestures for me to step in. He probably has a doctor fetish or something. I enter the room.
“Lie down on the table.”
I hesitate. What if he hurts me? He won’t. He would have done it already.
I sit down on the table and lie back.
He pulls a syringe out of the cabinet.
“I know a little more about you than you think,” he says cryptically.
The hairs on my body rise. I should run, but I freeze.
“I know that you feel silenced…”
I swallow the lump lodged in my throat.
“I know you try to numb yourself with drugs…”
He steps closer, towering over me at the table.
“I know that you often wish for death.”
He flicks the syringe, flicking droplets of liquid onto the floor beside him.
“That is what I like. Helpless women.”
My body moves on its own, lunging toward the doorway. I bolt out of the room and hear heavy footsteps behind me. I am taken to the ground, and a sting pierces my thigh. Fuck.
“You should have known that I’d catch you. You are helpless, after all.”
