An Eye for an Eye
feeling of the cold, damp cement floor on Maia's bare skin was what
brought her to back consciousness. When she awoke and tried to move,
she realized that she was naked and handcuffed to a pipe in what
looked to be a large industrial type room with all dark and dreary
cement walls. The only light in the room came from a bare light bulb
hanging from just overhead.
Looking around her everything looked the same, hopeless. The shock of the extraordinary circumstances she found herself in made her panic. Her heart began to race and tears welled up in her eyes as the coldness of the damp and dirty cement began to set into her skin.
"Help, somebody help me! Please help!" Maia pulled at the handcuffs desperately, as she curled herself up into a ball on the floor. Bringing her knees to her belly, she tried to cover herself as much as possible. As she pulled on the handcuffs, they began to cut into her skin, the dirt from the floor mixing into her wounds and making them sting even more.
"Help me," she sobbed not knowing where she was or what had happened or what was going to happen to her. She lay in a shivering ball alone in the dim light of the room for almost half an hour before she heard any noise at all. In the distance a door was closed and someone was coming closer to the room she was in. As the footsteps got closer, she turned her head to see who was coming in the room. He stepped in the door, and she saw the man from before with the mask still on, coming in with a large thin, triangular stick of bamboo under his arm. Her breath stopped.
"How are we Miss Danforth?" He smiled slyly as he neared her. As he spoke Maia's breath quickened once again and she began to sob.
"How do you know who I am, you followed me?" Maia cried on the floor with her back to him. She had to crane her head over her shoulder to look at him.
"Yeah, and I almost lost you with that wackjob of a cabby you had, I bet you were scared," he chuckled to himself.
"What do you want from me?" She shivered intensely on the wet floor.
"What do I want from you? Your life. Your child's and yours. An eye for an eye as they say," he came closer to her towering over her on the ground. Maia buried her face between her arms and shook.
"Please let me go, I didn't do anything," she shook her head. The man grabbed her hair and yanked her head back to look at him. She squeezed her eyes shut afraid to look at him.
"Didn't do anything? My wife and child didn't do anything, but they still died didn't they?" She screamed as he slammed her head back down on the concrete, splitting the skin of her forehead open.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about," she buried her head back into her arms as the blood trickled down her elbow.
"If you're sorry then you must know what I'm talking about."
"I don't, I swear, I don't," she shook her head rapidly.
"Well how about I teach you about what's going on," with that he whipped her back with the stick, the edges of it cutting deep into her skin. She screamed in pain as it cut into her. He looked at the stick with the fresh blood on it. "This is so I can keep your attention." Maia found it hard to breathe with all of the things that were going on, she was almost afraid to breathe.
"Your little cop boyfriend," he whipped her again, this time cutting into her thigh, "killed my pregnant wife," he whipped her again on her back.
"Maurice never hurt anybody like that, he would never..."
"Yeah? Really?" He whipped here again and again cutting deeper and deeper into her arms and neck. "He and his partner caused a real big mess when those cars exploded a while back," Maia could hear the sadness and anger in the man's voice when he paused for a minute. "My pregnant wife," he used more force this time, "was in the building right on that street. She fell down three flights of steps, and by the time she reached the bottom," he hit her again, "she had broken her neck. Her and the baby both died before they reached the hospital." He stood over Maia's bleeding body, looking down at her and shaking his head. "They didn't ask to die did they?"
"I'm sorry," she choked out the words. She could barely keep her eyes open. "Please, don't kill my baby." The man grabbed her hair again, pulling back her head.
"An eye for an eye Miss Danforth, an eye for an eye."