"Broken" Second ChapterMary woke up slowly, her head thumping with pain. She could feel something cold, metallic-like and wet oozing down her ears; she knew exactly what it was, of course. Blood. She brought her head up slowly, the halo of black hair uncovering her icy, bitter blue eyes. She tried to move her hands but found that they were bound with something cold, and to her further dismay, her feet were bound as well. She knew she had been kidnapped right then and there, for she wouldn't have been imprisoned if "they" were only curious. She grimaced as she thought about the scar-ridden hands of the man that had brought her here.
Looking around the room, she noticed many bizarre things. The room was caked with dried blood, releasing a foul stench; pieces of flesh sheltered the broken bones in the dark corner of the reeking room. She lifted her head up more, causing the throbbing pain in her head to increase, but she didn't bother with it. Her eye caught something shimmering in the cor