Chapter 118 Getting tortured

Rachel's POV

After sitting on the floor for so long, my feet were starting to get numb but I just couldn't care.

Marina, who I had thought was my friend, also went ahead to call Ethan to help.

As in she called Ethan, so he would do what? Avenge his dead girlfriend and baby?

I knew it was not her fault, but I just couldn't help blaming her.

It was no secret that she liked Mark. But I thought since she already knew about everything that happened to Ethan, she would stay away from his assistant at least until I got over him, but no... She just rushed over to his side the next day.

Was so a bad friend for wanting Marina not to get hurt like I was?

Ethan acted like a good guy at first, ' helping me out ' and he also gave me a place to stay. He made me feel at home, he made me feel loved, but then what did he do... He stabbed me in the fucking back.

And now Mark, Mark was his assistant and close friend, he must have known everything, there was no assurance that he wouldn't try to do the same thing to Marina.

But unlike me, Marina was more fragile and that was the real reason I was so angry at her.

Regardless of the tough bad girl act she always put up, she was extremely soft on the inside and always yearned for love.

She thought I didn't know those times she would stay up in her room crying at night, regretting her decision of defiling her parent's orders.

I wanted to be that shoulder she could cry on, but at that time I was so busy with my relationship with David and everything else going on in the family to really care about her.

Marina was the one person who truly cared for me and I pushed her away the first time, and I knew I was slowly doing it again.

Why did she have to go to Ethan?

Yes, my case was complicated; it was obvious I was being framed since it was already decided that I was the killer, but that didn't mean I needed Ethan's help.

"Rachel, you've really done it this time," I mumbled to myself before moving my feet feeling the sting that came with staying in an uncomfortable position for too long.

I was in jail for a crime I didn't commit, worst of it was that it was something about Lana.

Why couldn't that girl leave me alone even after death?

She pissed off one too many people and now I'm suffering for it.

There was no other word to describe it than unfair, I guess.

I allowed my body to fall to the cold cement floor feeling a shiver run down my spine as I came in contact with the floor.

It was cold, just like my heart.

Shutting my eyes, I tried to think about a happy thought, anything at all that would make me feel less terrible, and my mind went back to Ethan's garden.

The peace and beauty of the place draw me back in, even in my memories.

' But it's Ethan's. He was also the one who put you in this mess, ' my subconscious whispered to me, and I felt a tear slip out of my eyes.

Yes, it was him.

I shut my eyes tightly waiting for sleep to take me, and stayed in the same position for almost what I could guess was thirty minutes when I heard the prison door opening.

I opened my eyes slowly, one after the other.

My cellmate Ms. Junkie was over at the other corner sleeping, even snoring peacefully.

How could she sleep so peacefully in a place like this?

" Hey, you there, get up. " The lady who opened the prison doors said to me when she noticed I was awake. Because of the dim lighting, I couldn't really make out the face of the woman, but I was very sure it was a woman since the body figure and voice sounded like a lady's... Well, not exactly a lady, but a woman nonetheless.

I groaned forcing my weak body to stand up.

Apart from the little snack I eat in the morning, I was yet to eat any other thing, and it was already very late, so I was incredibly weak.

" Where are we going?" I asked as the policewoman began leading me out of the cell again.

Unlike the last time I left the cell, the hold this person had on my hands was a lot tighter.

It would actually be no different than wearing handcuffs.

"Hey, where are we going?" I asked again, this time panicking when I noticed we had passed the turn we took the first time I had a visitor.

I looked up at her; it was then I noticed that she was the same woman from before, only that her face was a lot more stern and looked very wicked.

I began to have a terrible feeling about where we were heading, but I didn't have to wait long to see it.

She pushed open a door before dragging me into it, getting in herself, and shutting the door behind her.

I looked around frantically, taking a few steps back from her.

The room was dimly lit by the bright moon, so I was able to make out a few stuff.

There was a huge drum in a corner and, in the other corner, there was a small table and a chair with a lot of straps. On the table, there was a knife and pliers and...

It was then it dawned on me what was going on here.

Fucking fuck, it was a torture house!

I looked back at the woman, who now had a wicked grin on her face.

My heart completely sank, and I shook my head. " Please... I didn't do anything wrong".

This was not right. None of what was happening here seemed right.

Since that has already set a hearing for me in the court, it meant that I was the main suspect, so what's the need for the torture? They wouldn't even believe in anything I would say.

So this was definitely an off-the-books action; if not, she wouldn't bring me here in the middle of the night.

I thought, quickly walking back as the policewoman kept advancing forward.

Could it be because of what Marina said? Could that be the reason she was so...

" Pa!" A loud slap sounded across the room and all I could hear were the sound of my ears ringing.

Before I could even understand what was going on, the woman hit me again, this time in the gut and I bent down in pain.

" So you and your friend had the guts to talk to me in that manner huh?" She growled raising her hand to hit me again.

"Please... Wait, I'm sorry". I said all at the same time, but the woman literally turned a deaf ear to my pleas.

Maybe if I was stronger, or if I had eaten anything else this morning, I could or would have resisted, but my already weak body couldn't take any more pain, and I slumped on the floor, not completely losing consciousness.

"Oh, don't you dare die on me now pretty thing. I'm going to make sure you regret ever talking to me like that, you fucking murder ". I heard her say before feeling my body being dragged up and onto the chair with straps.

I snorted before letting out a small laugh, my mouth spitting blood in the process.

" Oh great, you're going to torture me. " I laughed and more blood came out of my lips. " After giving me the beating of my life, it just isn't enough for you huh?"

The frustration of this whole event had completely gotten to me, and I knew that if I cried and begged and even possibly rolled on the floor in front of this woman, she was still going to do whatever she wanted, so why the hell would I beg her?

She was going to hurt me either way, so why show up weak?

My body was already falling unconscious, but no doubt, by the time she started with her torture, I would be too much in pain to fall asleep.

I had an operation just a few weeks ago, and now I was getting beaten up. All I was waiting for was death.

" What is it huh? Did what my friend said really hurt that much? What's the big deal, she only said she was going to sue you for harassment. " I shook my head giving her a pity look. " It must be a real shame to have to work in a stinky place like this for money isn't it? What a blow on your pride ". I ended with a smirk.