No Pulse Inside of Me
Chapter 2
Tammy's POV:
I don’t know how long I have been out, or where I am. My heads spinning, and my tired eyes were met with a bright light causing me to instantly close them again. Slowly I opened them again. Allowing them time to adjust. There was just one light shinning down on me. My hands were tied, and I was hanging from a hook chained to the ceiling. My feet were barely touching ….is that a drain? It felt like a basement. I couldn’t see anything around me. Just blackness, but I could feel them there. Their eyes on me.
Another light came on, and there he was again. Sitting before me his legs crossed. Elbows resting on the arms of the chair with his fingers tips pressed together. Then one by one more lights came on around me as they were each revealed. 9 all together. The most ruthless gang in the area, and I was surrounded by them.
8 stood and walked to me. “Nice of you to join us.” he said voice low and menacing. He started to circle me. “I suppose you’re wondering why you’re here.” I didn’t answer him. “Don’t worry all will be revealed soon.” he finished as he stopped in front of me again. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he dialed placing the phone at his ear. “Jeff,” he said as someone answered “ You owe me money.” I should have fucking known. This motherfucker cannot stop fucking up my life. Rage started to run through me. How could I have not realized this would have been his fault. “I have someone here that might want to talk to you.” he said into the phone before placing it to my ear. Like I wanted to talk to that douche. “Dad.” I spat. “Tammy? Oh my god are you alright?” Like you give a shit. “You piece of SHIT! I should have known this was your fucking fault!” I yelled not being able to control my anger. I wasn’t normally short tempered, but this man has fucked my life up so much that I can’t hold it in with him. The phone was yanked from my ear, and I glared at 8. He cocked his head to the side as he looked at me. “I sense a little hostility.” A little was an understatement. “Does someone have daddy issues?” he asked. I didn’t reply. Rage was all that consumed my mind. He turned his back to me. “You have 24 hours to get me my money before I kill her.” he said before hanging up the phone. “Leave.” He told the others. I watched as they all made their way up the stairs. One stopped, hesitated. Looking back at me. His mask white with a zipper over his mouth. The tallest of them all. Even taller than the brick wall I backed into known as 7. He sighed before turning and ascending the stairs closing the door behind him.
It was just 8 and I. He slightly turned looking back at me over his shoulder before turning completely around. He strolled over never breaking my gaze. Stopping inches from my face, he just stared at me. “Take a fucking picture.” I spat at him. He huffed. “But pictures never do justice when it comes to the real thing.” he said as he looked me up and down. Walking over to a table, he picked up a rather large pair of scissors. He proceeded to cut my shirt from me. “That was my favorite shirt ass.” I knew my mouth would probably get me in trouble, but I didn’t care. People don’t come back when Slipknot takes them. I was as good as dead anyway. He continued to cut my clothes from me, leaving me in my bra and underwear. He studied my body. The scars were obvious, and I’m pretty sure he wasn’t expecting me to be covered in them. I was good at hiding the scars even the ones on my hands.
His eyes locked with mine again as he peered into me as if he was trying read my thoughts. “I’ve never seen someone with so many scars,” he said backing away a few steps “Tell me where did they come from?” “Fuck off. I’m not telling you shit.” I said a bit of hatred in my voice. “So hostile. Your mouth could get you into trouble.” he warned. “Like I give two shits. I’m fucking dead anyway.” “Are you sure about that?” “Please everyone knows you don’t come back once you’re taken by the cowards in masks.” He chuckled at that. “Cowards? You think we wear these because we’re cowards?” “Well it sure isn’t because it’s fucking Halloween.” “I would love to gag you, however I think I want to hear you scream even more.” “Good luck with that.” I chuckled. There was no way these guys were going to hear me scream. The pain tolerance I have developed was a lot stronger than your average person, but when you’ve been beaten and tortured before all its going to do is build.
He walked to a keypad mounted to the wall, and pressed three buttons. Soon the door opened at the top of the stairs, and I saw three men walk down. They lined up behind 8 who was now back in front of me. “I’d like you to meet 0,1,and 5.” He said. “Yea more cowards in masks.” I sarcastically cheered. My comment was met with a backhand from 5, Pinhead. I spit blood on the floor and laughed a little before looking back up at him.
“What’s the matter? Truth hurts too much?” I chuckled. I was backhanded again, but this time I spit the blood in his mask coverd face. Rage swept into his eyes, he grabbed my throat cutting off my oxygen. My vision started to blur as he squeezed tighter. “5! Enough!” I heard 8 growl at him. He quickly released me, and backed away. I coughed as the air entered my lungs before I started laughing at him again. “Do they all act like little bitches when you yell at them?’ I asked not really caring if I got an answer. “Why have you not gagged her yet?” 0 asked not looking away from me. “I wanna hear her scream.” 8 replied as he removed covers off of some tables. There were various torture instruments laid out on them. “Oh please tell me we get to help with that?” 1 asked clapping his hands together. “Of course. I just want to watch and listen. You guys can have all the fun.” 8 said taking a seat back in his chair in front of me. “Who wants to go first?” he asked once seated. “I do.” 5 said simply. I locked my eyes with 8, and smiled slightly. No way was he going to get what he wanted.
I soon heard the crack of a whip, and felt a slight sting across my back. I never broke my gaze from 8. The stings coming quickly one after the other. I didn’t flinch, or even let on that it hurt, because honestly it really didn’t. I could see 1 heating up a hot poker in a cast iron kettle of hot coals out of the corner of my eye. My whipping lasted maybe 10 minutes before 8 told him to stop. He kept his eyes on me. My face revealing no signs of pain or discomfort. 1 wanted to go next. He raised the hot poker, its glowing red tip in my face. “Really? Is that the best thing you’ve got to burn me with?” I asked rolling my eyes. I soon felt and smelled skin burning on my neck. That hurt more, but not enough to make me scream. Various places he burned me the most sensitive areas of skin. My wrists, underarms, Inner thighs, and behind my ears. Still no scream was heard, and my eyes never left 8’s. “Hmm. She’s not screaming.” 0 said walking to a table, and picking up two box cutters. “Well maybe if you guys weren’t such amateurs maybe you’d get one.” I said smirking. “Amateurs? Honey its only a matter of time before you break and scream,” 0 got close to my ear “Everyone has a breaking point.” he whispered. Stepping back he handed a box cutter to 1. “Tick-Tack-Toe?” he asked him. 1 nodded, and 0 proceeded to carve a game board into my stomach. The burns hurt more than their little game of tick-tack-toe, which 0 won. Still no scream. “So when is this going to get interesting?” I asked “Getting kind of bored here.” I chuckled. “Stubborn one are we?” 8 asked “Not my fault you guys suck at this. No salt or lemons to put in the open wounds? You know if you would like I can talk you through how to properly torture someone.” I said to them with a smug smile and cockiness in my voice. I heard a few chuckles as 8 stood and walked back to the keypad on the wall. Pressing the rest of the buttons, we were soon joined by the rest of the cowards. “Oh yea the gang’s all here.” I once again sarcastically cheered. “Can we kill this bitch yet?” I heard 1 ask “Not yet. I want my scream.” 8 said returning his gaze back to mine. “Having problems?” the one in the clown mask asked. “She doesn’t want to scream, but she sure as hell won’t keep that mouth shut.” 0 said glaring at me. I ignored him and kept my eyes locked with 8. “Well lets see if we can help with that.” Clown said picking up a knife. “Oooo are we going to play with knives now?” I asked smirking “go for the scar tissue its a little more sensitive.” I said. “She’s really sucking all the fun out of this.” I heard 0 tell 8. I just hung there, a cocky smirk on my face.
I don’t know how long I have been out, or where I am. My heads spinning, and my tired eyes were met with a bright light causing me to instantly close them again. Slowly I opened them again. Allowing them time to adjust. There was just one light shinning down on me. My hands were tied, and I was hanging from a hook chained to the ceiling. My feet were barely touching ….is that a drain? It felt like a basement. I couldn’t see anything around me. Just blackness, but I could feel them there. Their eyes on me.
Another light came on, and there he was again. Sitting before me his legs crossed. Elbows resting on the arms of the chair with his fingers tips pressed together. Then one by one more lights came on around me as they were each revealed. 9 all together. The most ruthless gang in the area, and I was surrounded by them.
8 stood and walked to me. “Nice of you to join us.” he said voice low and menacing. He started to circle me. “I suppose you’re wondering why you’re here.” I didn’t answer him. “Don’t worry all will be revealed soon.” he finished as he stopped in front of me again. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he dialed placing the phone at his ear. “Jeff,” he said as someone answered “ You owe me money.” I should have fucking known. This motherfucker cannot stop fucking up my life. Rage started to run through me. How could I have not realized this would have been his fault. “I have someone here that might want to talk to you.” he said into the phone before placing it to my ear. Like I wanted to talk to that douche. “Dad.” I spat. “Tammy? Oh my god are you alright?” Like you give a shit. “You piece of SHIT! I should have known this was your fucking fault!” I yelled not being able to control my anger. I wasn’t normally short tempered, but this man has fucked my life up so much that I can’t hold it in with him. The phone was yanked from my ear, and I glared at 8. He cocked his head to the side as he looked at me. “I sense a little hostility.” A little was an understatement. “Does someone have daddy issues?” he asked. I didn’t reply. Rage was all that consumed my mind. He turned his back to me. “You have 24 hours to get me my money before I kill her.” he said before hanging up the phone. “Leave.” He told the others. I watched as they all made their way up the stairs. One stopped, hesitated. Looking back at me. His mask white with a zipper over his mouth. The tallest of them all. Even taller than the brick wall I backed into known as 7. He sighed before turning and ascending the stairs closing the door behind him.
It was just 8 and I. He slightly turned looking back at me over his shoulder before turning completely around. He strolled over never breaking my gaze. Stopping inches from my face, he just stared at me. “Take a fucking picture.” I spat at him. He huffed. “But pictures never do justice when it comes to the real thing.” he said as he looked me up and down. Walking over to a table, he picked up a rather large pair of scissors. He proceeded to cut my shirt from me. “That was my favorite shirt ass.” I knew my mouth would probably get me in trouble, but I didn’t care. People don’t come back when Slipknot takes them. I was as good as dead anyway. He continued to cut my clothes from me, leaving me in my bra and underwear. He studied my body. The scars were obvious, and I’m pretty sure he wasn’t expecting me to be covered in them. I was good at hiding the scars even the ones on my hands.
His eyes locked with mine again as he peered into me as if he was trying read my thoughts. “I’ve never seen someone with so many scars,” he said backing away a few steps “Tell me where did they come from?” “Fuck off. I’m not telling you shit.” I said a bit of hatred in my voice. “So hostile. Your mouth could get you into trouble.” he warned. “Like I give two shits. I’m fucking dead anyway.” “Are you sure about that?” “Please everyone knows you don’t come back once you’re taken by the cowards in masks.” He chuckled at that. “Cowards? You think we wear these because we’re cowards?” “Well it sure isn’t because it’s fucking Halloween.” “I would love to gag you, however I think I want to hear you scream even more.” “Good luck with that.” I chuckled. There was no way these guys were going to hear me scream. The pain tolerance I have developed was a lot stronger than your average person, but when you’ve been beaten and tortured before all its going to do is build.
He walked to a keypad mounted to the wall, and pressed three buttons. Soon the door opened at the top of the stairs, and I saw three men walk down. They lined up behind 8 who was now back in front of me. “I’d like you to meet 0,1,and 5.” He said. “Yea more cowards in masks.” I sarcastically cheered. My comment was met with a backhand from 5, Pinhead. I spit blood on the floor and laughed a little before looking back up at him.
“What’s the matter? Truth hurts too much?” I chuckled. I was backhanded again, but this time I spit the blood in his mask coverd face. Rage swept into his eyes, he grabbed my throat cutting off my oxygen. My vision started to blur as he squeezed tighter. “5! Enough!” I heard 8 growl at him. He quickly released me, and backed away. I coughed as the air entered my lungs before I started laughing at him again. “Do they all act like little bitches when you yell at them?’ I asked not really caring if I got an answer. “Why have you not gagged her yet?” 0 asked not looking away from me. “I wanna hear her scream.” 8 replied as he removed covers off of some tables. There were various torture instruments laid out on them. “Oh please tell me we get to help with that?” 1 asked clapping his hands together. “Of course. I just want to watch and listen. You guys can have all the fun.” 8 said taking a seat back in his chair in front of me. “Who wants to go first?” he asked once seated. “I do.” 5 said simply. I locked my eyes with 8, and smiled slightly. No way was he going to get what he wanted.
I soon heard the crack of a whip, and felt a slight sting across my back. I never broke my gaze from 8. The stings coming quickly one after the other. I didn’t flinch, or even let on that it hurt, because honestly it really didn’t. I could see 1 heating up a hot poker in a cast iron kettle of hot coals out of the corner of my eye. My whipping lasted maybe 10 minutes before 8 told him to stop. He kept his eyes on me. My face revealing no signs of pain or discomfort. 1 wanted to go next. He raised the hot poker, its glowing red tip in my face. “Really? Is that the best thing you’ve got to burn me with?” I asked rolling my eyes. I soon felt and smelled skin burning on my neck. That hurt more, but not enough to make me scream. Various places he burned me the most sensitive areas of skin. My wrists, underarms, Inner thighs, and behind my ears. Still no scream was heard, and my eyes never left 8’s. “Hmm. She’s not screaming.” 0 said walking to a table, and picking up two box cutters. “Well maybe if you guys weren’t such amateurs maybe you’d get one.” I said smirking. “Amateurs? Honey its only a matter of time before you break and scream,” 0 got close to my ear “Everyone has a breaking point.” he whispered. Stepping back he handed a box cutter to 1. “Tick-Tack-Toe?” he asked him. 1 nodded, and 0 proceeded to carve a game board into my stomach. The burns hurt more than their little game of tick-tack-toe, which 0 won. Still no scream. “So when is this going to get interesting?” I asked “Getting kind of bored here.” I chuckled. “Stubborn one are we?” 8 asked “Not my fault you guys suck at this. No salt or lemons to put in the open wounds? You know if you would like I can talk you through how to properly torture someone.” I said to them with a smug smile and cockiness in my voice. I heard a few chuckles as 8 stood and walked back to the keypad on the wall. Pressing the rest of the buttons, we were soon joined by the rest of the cowards. “Oh yea the gang’s all here.” I once again sarcastically cheered. “Can we kill this bitch yet?” I heard 1 ask “Not yet. I want my scream.” 8 said returning his gaze back to mine. “Having problems?” the one in the clown mask asked. “She doesn’t want to scream, but she sure as hell won’t keep that mouth shut.” 0 said glaring at me. I ignored him and kept my eyes locked with 8. “Well lets see if we can help with that.” Clown said picking up a knife. “Oooo are we going to play with knives now?” I asked smirking “go for the scar tissue its a little more sensitive.” I said. “She’s really sucking all the fun out of this.” I heard 0 tell 8. I just hung there, a cocky smirk on my face.
Notes
Chapter 2! Mouthy one isn't she. Hmm why did 4 hesitate?
I would be interested in a rewrite if that’s what you feel like you wanna do. I would read the new version too, even though I don’t find anything wrong with the original.
9/27/19