Infinity Chapter 115 - The Painful reality

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Chapter 115 –  The Painful Reality
POV:  Eliza
Word count: 3268
A/n: Like the one from Casey’s POV, this chapter is best done from Eliza’s POV.


Monday, May 18, 2014; 8 am

I came too rather slowly, feeling the effects of being hit in the head. I would have to yell at Emily for going way to fast, that is once I figured out where I was. I should be in a hospital but there was no normal sounds or feels of being there. I went to move and felt something around my wrist. I finally opened my eyes and saw this was not a hospital, the room was too dark and too big, the clock on the wall said 8:04 am, that couldn’t be right, we were headed to Jason’s and it wasn’t even dark yet!

“Jason? Emily? Sophia?” I asked.

Surely we were there, I remembered the wreck because she was speeding and being reckless, but should I be in a hospital? I sat up slowly and realized the thing around my wrist was a handcuff and it was attached to a chain that lead to a metal hook in the wall. I sat there waiting to get woken up much better and the lights began to slowly come on about 8:50, they were inset in the ceiling and dimmed, for that I was thankful. At 9 the door opened and a man walked in, one I knew very well from his pictures.

“Good morning Eliza, I am glad you are awake. How are you feeling?”

“Where is my sister?”

“She is fine. How are you?”

“Where is Emily?”

His facial features darkened. “I said that she was fine, how are you?”

I swallowed some. “I have a headache, which is expected I suppose. Beyond that nothing else hurts or feels off.”

“I am sorry about that. I was not aware that you would be riding with her, I thought she would be alone. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have cut the brake lines, I was shocked when she mentioned you. I was worried but you weren’t showing any signs of major problems.”

I’d been asleep over twelve hours, I would have considered that a major problem, but apparently he didn’t see that as a problem. He stepped out of the room and returned with a tray that had breakfast on it.

“I brought you breakfast and extra water, I will get some aspirin if you wish. I would release you but we both know you’d just run and tell them where I am. It is too much of a risk to dump you somewhere.”

He sat the tray down with the bottles of water and then left the room. I could reach the table where the tray was but I considered it, he could have put anything in that plate. The bottles of water were sealed tightly so I did drink one and eventually I ate what he’d brought. I felt fine afterwards and I was thankful for that. I then evaluated the room.

It was sort of big, painted a dark brown color, but the ceiling was black and the floor was polished concrete and there was scuff marks in places. There was a bed next to the left wall, a bucket with a toilet lid behind that and a few boxes with toilet paper, tampons, and extra clothes. It was then I realized that my shirt was different, but nothing else was. I also didn’t feel like anything had occurred. The handcuff and chain allowed me to reach about everything in the room, but stopped me 5 feet from the door and I could barely touch the glass section of the right wall. There were no other doors, no windows, and there were no large vents, just small ones and the room was comfortable. He returned at ten and left aspirin and picked up the tray.

“Emily has woken up completely and she is fine.”

He did not say anything else to me nor did he give me time to ask anything before he was gone. I roamed the room, called to Emily but got no response and I tried to think of where we could be, but over twelve hours means we could be anywhere in that time frame. We could be clear across Texas or as far north as North Dakota, we could even be near Georgia or Florida. We hadn’t found any properties belonging to Glen beyond Maine, which I knew we weren’t at. We had taken that house when we found out about it. He returned at 1:16 and brought another tray with sandwiches, chips, and soda. He seemed pissed off though, he didn’t say a single word just sat it down and left.

When he came back to pick up the tray at 1:45 he left bags of chips and candy, several bottles of water, and a few cans of soda and he seemed almost giddy. I considered his desire to leave me snacks and stuff as nice, but I wondered if Emily was getting the same treatment. Was she in a similar room? Was he being this nice to her? Unfortunately, I didn’t have to wait long for my answers. About 2:15 the lights in my room dimmed slightly and I was confused at first, but then I saw her behind the glass wall.

She was strapped to an X shaped table and I could barely see that a chair was to her right and a table the left, but that was all I could see. The lights above her seemed to highlight just her and as I stood there at the glass I looked down and realized those scuff marks were symmetrical and square, they were chairs. This was a viewing room so others could watch what was happening in the room she is in. I screamed her name but she made no movements to indicate she could hear me or see me.

As a result I could do nothing but watch him cut her clothes off, I screamed at him to stop when he was hitting her. I couldn’t hear what he said but she clearly refused to answer him. Twice he came to the wall and I swore he looked right at me both times. When she fainted he brought her back with the smelly salts, that fucking bastard! I kept screaming and yelling and eventually he slung the flogger down and walked out. I could feel the pain in my own thighs, hers were bright red and based on her facial expressions, they had to hurt like hell. But based on his reaction, she hadn’t been as cooperating as he wanted her to be.

He was gone for a short time before he brought something for her to drink which she did, but her facial expressions said it was nasty. I could only watch in horror as he pretty much made her use a bed pan and then the pump, what the hell was he doing? I made a note not to drink any milk he brought me. After that the glass went black and I couldn’t see anything.

“Emily!” I screamed.

I was livid when he brought in the dinner plate and he sensed it the moment he walked in.

“I see you didn’t enjoy seeing your sister.”

“You fucking bastard!”

He sat the tray down out of my reach and looked at me. “What did you think I was going to do Eliza? Simply allow her to be like you and be fine? No. She has to learn the rules.”

“You are a fucking bastard.”

He shrugged, totally indifferent to the fact he’d hurt her! He slid the tray over and then left the room, I was fuming mad and didn’t touch the plate, sat on the foot of the bed and stewed. How could he hit her without regards to anything? I’d been told many stories of cruel men, abusers and the like but this was different, this was seeing him do it. It was after 9 before I actually bothered to touch the plate I didn’t feel like eating at all but I wanted to keep my own strength up. I had too. I laid down about ten and tried to sleep, knowing that Emily was probably still strapped to the X shaped thing, probably still hurting like hell. I hoped that the FBI or someone would find us very soon. I finally fell asleep and into fitful dreams.

Tuesday; May 19, 2014

I woke up about 7:45 and he came in with breakfast around nine. He sat the tray down and looked at me, I was positive my facial expression conveyed how much I disliked him.

“It’s clear you don’t approve. What did you expect Eliza, that my threats were empty handed?”

“Well, most were as you didn’t use the devices you mailed to her thank god.”

He smiled at that. “I haven’t yet, it’s not my play room though and I have to use the toys in which he does. He doesn’t use those, but my personal play room will have those items and I can guarantee you that those items will be used on her. Defiant little bitch that she is.”

“You won’t ever get to use them on her.”

“You can’t stop me Eliza, just like no one stopped Adam from using things. I can promise you that you won’t be hurt or harmed, David would not appreciate that even if he is dead. He was very adamant that you never be hurt.”

“The man never knew me.”

“He didn’t need to Eliza. He didn’t care about you, Emily was his only focus. She was the youngest and therefore the one he wanted. Really, if you had been the one born last it would be you in that room instead of her.”

I was curious about something. “She said you sent e-mails to her, but she refused to turn them over to the FBI or to even show them to me. She only said they were taken in 2010 when David and Adam had her. Is that true?”

“Yes. I had access to the video system there at the house, David was not aware of that but he was informed afterwards. I was lucky that Adam was going to show me the video that day and when I logged in I saw Zac sitting in the living room with Emily. I went ahead and saved the data and then deleted all but the last 24 hours, making them assume it looped.”

That clearly explained why there was no video or reference material in our files. He smiled and then left the room, giving me time to eat before he returned with a TV that was hooked up to something outside the room. He sat the TV out of my range and then stepped out, smiling. I was confused until the video came up.

It looks like an average room and then I saw Emily come in and she couldn’t have been more than eight or nine. She was crying hysterically in the video and I could see why, there were marks on the back of her legs, presumably this was after one of his spankings. The video ran for a few more minutes before it changed, same bedroom only she was changing clothes, the bastard. How much footage like this existed?!

The room faded and another image came up. This time it was a living room area, and I’d never seen it before but there was my sister coming in and leaning against the door. She didn’t seem to even know he was there until he was right against her. The video was black and white and didn’t have any sound or even captions, but it was clear he was talking, I could see his jaw move and when she turned I could see her too. I watched as he forced her to the floor and raped her, it didn’t stop until she was just laying there and he was walking out. But it changed quickly to the same room, but she was bent over the coffee table and he was hitting her repeatedly with a drum stick. It was clear by her face that she was hurting badly. I could feel myself shaking, why had they done this to her? What had she ever fucking done to make them so angry?

There was a pause before yet another scene came on, she was tied to a pole in the room and it showed Adam ripping or cutting off the clothes she had on and it seemed ok for a bit and then he was hitting her with a belt, but then David was in the room, surely he was there to really help her and she ran right to him with her arms around him, and then he held her as Adam hit her until she passed out in his arms. What jerked at my heart strings was her face, that moment she realized he wasn’t there to help her. The disappointment and hurt in her face was clear up until she passed out.

How would I have felt had my daddy did that to me? It explained so much on why she hates him. To make it worse they put her in some cage.
The video kept going though, showing bits and pieces of what I assumed was days. The last scene was when David had raped her, I could see Zac fighting and screaming, I could sympathize with him right now.  The video ended after the second time and this was color, clearly showing he’d hurt her. The look on her face broke my heart, the sheer agony on Zac’s face did the same thing. Aaron had told me about her screaming at the hospital, screaming because of what he did and what he caused. The miscarriage of their first child, a child they wanted.

I stood there stunned because while she had talked to me about these scenes, she never provided a lot of details, so physically seeing her and how when he closed his arms around hers the pain and sadness in her eyes, it cut slices into my heart. I’d taken it all with a grain of salt and reality was, it had hurt her a lot. Zac was so patient and loving and I’d seen that but she was to him. What was he doing now? Alone with two babies, reminders of her forever because if Glen vanished with her, Zac would always have them.  He came back in and I looked at him.

“You are all a bunch of sick bastards that don’t deserve to live.”

“It’s her destiny Eliza. She will learn where her place is.”

He wheeled the TV out and didn’t come back, but an hour later the lights dimmed and the ones in the other room came on. She hadn’t been moved at all but she looked no better. Her legs were still very red and bruised now. I tried to yank the hook from the wall, could see him hitting her again in the same area. I yanked and pulled as the tears fell.

It was my fault that Ian took Alexander and used him to get Zac, it was clear Zac loves her as much as she does him. Yet, here I was. Zac had trusted and depended on me to protect her and I had failed them again. I was here, twenty or so feet from her and I couldn’t do anything to stop him, to protect her. I was still yanking and pulling when I heard screaming.

“Emily?”

It was her voice asking him to stop. I looked at the window and he had stopped. He was watching her for the moment.

“You have to repeat the rules, I know you remember them. It’s not hard just give up Emily. Stop trying to be so brave, no one gives a shit. There never going to see you again, being brave is just making it hurt more.”

“They’ll fine me…Zac will find me.”

Her voice was low and indicated she was crying as well. I was barely able to hear her words. I could imagine the pain she was in and I could understand her crying. So many times over the years I’d had random pains or I’d feel bad for days and looking back those times were when something bad happened to her.

“Eliza’s been gone for over a day Emily, she’s not sending anyone to come get you. She knows where you are, but she doesn’t care. Why should she? Her life was happy and normal before you.”

I could see it in her face, it wasn’t the first time he’d said something like that to her. It really looked like she was believing him.

“Don’t Emily, you know I wouldn’t do that.” I said.

I knew she couldn’t hear me though, I heard the next hit which sounded loud and I heard her squeak.

“That’s it Emily, just give me what I want. Your pain tolerance is quite high but I know you have a limit. I will find that limit and I will cross it. Maybe it’s the razor blade tipped floggers that will do it.”

I stood at the window watching as he kept on hitting her, most of the time the only noise she made were squeaks, even if the hits came harder.
He did take breaks to bring me lunch but I couldn’t stomach to eat anything, not knowing what he was doing to her. He did glance through the glass and the sick bastard knew what he was doing.

The afternoon was the same as the morning. He didn’t move locations, focused on her arms, thighs, and midriff. I eventually sat down as close to the window as I could and just cried like a baby, because I couldn’t stop him, I couldn’t help her. For the first time in my long life, I felt completely helpless.

She and Zac had been counting on me to keep her safe, to keep him away from her and eventually find him. Emily may have said she wasn’t afraid but I could see it, she was afraid of him. Even now I could see the pain in her face. It was my fault she was here, I should have checked the car better, I should have made someone sit with it, I should have done a lot more to keep her safe.

The worst part was I knew that no matter what I done, he wouldn’t hurt me nor would he even touch me. If he did send me back, none of them would ever love me. They were beginning to accept me as their sister and she was helping them with that. But, I would be the ultimate reason that our baby sister is gone, the reason that Alexander and Isabella’s mother was gone, the reason that Zac would never see his wife again. They would never speak to me again, they trusted me and I had failed. I had cost them their wife, mother, and baby sister.

I sat here and cried for her, screamed for her because I was helpless in this fucking room. It was about dinner time before the wall turned black and I could no longer see into the room. But, it was after the same humiliating routine with the bed pans and pump. I had heard him tell her I wasn’t going to help her many times, he was slowly wearing her down. Truth was, I couldn’t. I couldn’t get the handcuffs from the wall. I could only sit here and pray that someone finds us.