Re: Elevator: Inside [Increasing violence]
That laughter, background music to a moment he didn't want to remember, didn't want to ever look back upon, was haunting in its darkness. His hands fell away from her wrist finally, fingertips a blood mess where he had broken her skin, drawn blood from her, and where his hand drifted against the leg of his trousers, red was left behind, another stain on an increasingly soiled soul.
And then there was the whispered denial of everything he had to say, and before he could protest, before he could say anything in return, she yanked. The pain lashed through him, white-hot and searing, and had it not been for the press of her hips against him, he surely would have simply slid to the ground with the weakness that crashed over him. Another sound joined her laughter, echoing in the small chamber of the elevator car, and it wasn't until moments later that he realised it was the sound of his screams.
His breathing was labored, vision slightly grayed, sweat beading on his forehead from the torture of it all. Where was He when he needed Him? Why didn't He answer? Why did He make him suffer like this? The angel let out another sob, the words 'please stop' falling from his lips again. He had just wanted to find a place to escape to, to tuck away and let the lull of the boat guide him off to some moment of peace, but those hopes were miles away with the agony that gripped him. Body and soul, he hurt in a way he had never felt before. But there was still something that he did not understand.
"Why?" he asked, the word breaking through the pleas for mercy. "Why do you do this?" The angel met her gaze, brown eyes with pinpricks for pupils, the fear and terror there blatant and unhidden.