The Torture Begins

Note: First Man- Is the one who dropped the packages on the table.

Second Man- Is the one who was sitting in the office.

Sorry if it's confusing I'm trying to keep the mystery.

The man threw the packages on the table. The second man raised his eyes without raising his head giving the first man a chance to think about what he has just done but the first man instead took a seat on the other side of the office table.

"What the fuck is this?" The second man finally raised his head.

"What was left of her or if I put it in a different way I could say what we found in our search." The first man relaxed into his chair.

"WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THEM?" The second man was near popping a vein.

"I don't know, send them to one of your forensic friends." He was too relaxed, unbothered by the man's anger.

The second man took a breath before he jumped and murdered his own brother.

"She is not murdered! It's not like we have a body and we're trying to find out who killed her." The second man explained as calmly as he could but the annoyance in his voice was clear.

"And what the hell is this?" He went through the packages that were thrown on his table.

There was one shoe there and a cracked phone soaked in blood probably hers.

"Chill bro." The first man spoke.

"You're even scaring our men and when they are scared they can't do a thorough job." He smacked his lips leaning on the side of the chair.

"You know I now understand why she calls you an idiot." After that statement the first man was so offended that he sat up straight.

"Look man, we have to consider the possibility that what we're looking for is a body and maybe finding some prints might lead us there." He explained his point of view. He wasn't hoping for their sister to be dead but he just wanted them to look at all possibilities.

"Fine!" The second man exclaimed in agreement unwillingly.

"She would have known how to handle this situation. We are falling apart without her." The second man rubbed his head trying to release the pressure in his head.

"At least we still have Sam." The first man reminded him of something that will keep them afloat for a while, but it wasn't a solution they still needed to find their sister and quickly.

"How did you wake up today?" Aaron let himself into Aurora's room when she didn't respond after he knocked tirelessly.

"Ohh my God!" She exclaimed shocked.

"What if I was naked!?" Her eyes were wide and she was still shocked.

"Then I'd think you wanted me to see you naked because I did knock like ten times and you said nothing." Aaron explained in a careless manner.

She didn't have any words, all she could do was just stare at him with her eyes widened while her mind questions what kind of man he is.

"Breakfast." He announced then left.

She didn't follow him immediately instead she stayed in her room. After twenty minutes since she had been called she finally came down and Aaron was halfway through with his meal.

"I called you a long time ago, what were you doing?" He asked finishing up his oatmeal mixed with berries.

"I was thinking about how you're psychotic." She had an attitude in her voice.

"Mmmm..! Big words for a brainless girl." He pulled an amused smile and she rolled her eyes.

As she was about to sit down Aaron stood up, he was done with his meal, he gulped down his juice and started clearing out the dishes.

Aurora only had a spoonful of her oatmeal when Aaron forcefully took her dish away.

"You're late for breakfast, you don't get to eat it." He turned around with a straight face and poured out the oatmeal and the juice.

"You're wasting food." Aurora finally snapped out of her shock.

"No. You're wasting food." He turned and pointed at her, "and the next time you do that again there will be consequences." He drew a cartoon smile on his face and turned back around.

"I will do the dishes again today." He announced.

"Ohh and today was the last day I'll ever wake you for breakfast. If you don't come down on time you don't eat." She couldn't see his face but his back clearly indicated that he was threatening her.

She didn't say anything, her tongue was tied so she just watched his back as he washed the dishes.

After he dried his hands, one of the housekeepers approached him with a bucket and mop and on her shoulder she had a few cloths.

Aaron gracefully took them from her and thanked her then he approached Aurora who was still sitting on the small kitchen table behind the Island.

"Here." He handed them to her.

"You are going to clean every bathroom in the house and I want you to do a terrific job." He explained with a smile and a soft tone.

Aurora glared at him and Aaron pushed the cleaning materials to her.

"But you have housekeepers." Her mind finally caught up with her mouth.

"Do you pay them?" He wasn't fighting it was just a conversation.

"No. But you-" her sentence was interrupted by Aaron wrapping his hand around her neck and squeezing enough for her eyes to bulge out

"You want to say something?" His eyes had shifted into something terrifying, the softness from yesterday had dissappeared.

She tried to shake her head while trying to pull his hand away from her neck but it wasn't working and she couldn't get any air in or out so she started to tap out on his hand.

After a while he removed his hand, "I think we agree that you will clean all the bathrooms." It sounded like a question but it wasn't. She nodded her head while fighting for air.

"Good! Now the second floor is where the servants live so there are many and I mean many bathrooms." She didn't see why she needed that information.

"I'm telling you this because you can't eat if I'm not around which means you won't be able to eat lunch since I won't be around the whole day." His face lightened up again.

"So pray for dinner." He crossed his fingers for her playfully and turned to leave.

"Oh and I will be checking those bathrooms and I hope for your sake they are spick and span." He winked at her and left.

Aurora released a breath and started on the task at hand thinking about how the man said he had a job for her and this was what he meant.

Aaron came back just after eleven and he found Aurora sleeping at the foot of the first floor stairs. She looked messy and and her hair was in a messy state with her two braided rows all showing split hair. He walked to her slowly seeing that she had clearly passed out of exhaustion and his plan was to wake her up with his foot but when he saw the bucket next to her full of dirty water his mind got a better idea.

He picked up the bucket and emptied it on her, specifically on her face and hair. She jumped awake and he threw the bucket at her.

"What was THAT!?" She yelled trying to stop the water from getting into her eyes and mouth.

He grabbed her roughly by her hair and started dragging her to the ground floor, he didn't even give her a chance to stand up so she was dragged and her knees were getting scraped as they slid on the soft marble floor as if she was getting a carpet burn. He threw her down and she rolled down the last step.

"What gave you the right to talk to me that way?" Although she couldn't see clearly because of the dizziness and the exhaustion but she could tell by his tone that the darkness in his eyes was back.

She didn't say anything instead she waited for the worst to come.

"You're going to sleep outside tonight." Her eyes widened in horror but she still didn't say anything. For her sake she knew it wasn't smart for her to talk right now.

"Stand up!" He commanded.

She weakly tried to stand but she fell on her knees. Aaron approached her and started dragging her again but this time she was dragged all the way to the outside. They went to the side of the house and it was a long way there for someone who was screaming and yelling for help while being dragged.

He threw her inside a dog house, it was big enough for her to sleep in a fetal position.

"Stay!!" He commanded her like she was his stubborn little-big dog. She covered her mouth and cried silently and Aaron left unbothered.

The next morning she was awoken with a shower of cold water. She jumped awake and hit her head on the roof of the dog house. She was being hosed by Aaron who looked happy again.

"You're late for breakfast again princess." He said while focusing the hose on her face.

She came out of the doggy house all drenched.

"It's show time!" He exclaimed excitedly turning off the hose and dropping it.

Aurora didn't know what that meant so she stood there and Aaron offered his hand for her to take. She hesitated the man's moods were like he was PMSing.

She eventually took it and he led her to the house without a word but when they got to the door he turned and said, "you're not getting into my house drenched like that."

Even though that shocked her she knew what to expect.

"Take it off." He instructed without any anger in his voice.

She looked around and saw Victor who was standing next to Aaron and then she saw the workers who were busy passing by them, some were busy with their tasks while some wanted to see her.

She shook her head, "I'd rather stay out here until I'm dry."

"Well princess you have to get used to being naked, soon it will be your reality." She didn't understand what he was saying and her memory-less mind refused to process those words.

She still didn't move a muscle.

"Victor." Aaron nudged his head as an instruction.

"Excuse me." Then without any warning Victor ripped her shirt off of her body, carelessly ripping her bra too. She gasped and tried to fight him off of her but Aaron intervened and constricted her upper body. Victor then continued to rip off her pants but he left her underwear on.

She stood there tears welling up in her eyes while others just fell on their own.

"There you go." He let her go.

"Now come on in and enjoy a relaxing bath." He invited politely.