"Sweetheart, pleasure comes in so many forms," he murmurs, moving his nose along my jawline. "Let me show you that even pain can be pleasurable." He snakes his arm around my waist. His breath tingles my ear as he whispers in a husky voice, "Be mine...
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Three days. I've been here for that long. Or that's what I guess. There's no natural light to tell when the day starts and ends. No clocks. No phones. There's nothing other than darkness. Six times, I have watched five men walk in, push trays of food inside the cages, and leave without a word. So I assume they feed us twice a day and afterward take us out for using the toilet.
The meal is stale, and barely goes down the throat. It also tastes like shit. But it keeps its consumer alive, which I suppose is the point.
Every bone in my body aches from constantly being on the iron floor of this cage. It is no longer a simple task to sleep.
I wonder if the birds we buy and lock up feel this way. If so, it's awful. Not a living being deserves this.
I lean back to the bars and press my head to it.
So far, they haven't picked me for the cleaning rounds.
I sigh and close and my eyes. With nothing to do, it's tough to keep the negative thoughts at bay. A challenge to assure myself it might not be that bad.
Being trapped sucks, it's suffocating.
Is this how Mom felt before she took her life and freed herself?
I squeeze my eyes so hard that red and white dots dance before my eyelids. A pang of pain shoots through my chest. I miss her.
Maybe if she had stayed alive, I wouldn't have been here. Selfish of me to think like that, though I can't help it.
But she was struggling too.
Always saying Dad was a good man when they married, or before he lost his job and went broke. I don't know if she wanted to convince herself or to make me give a damn about that man.
I wish things were different.
Footsteps echo in the otherwise quiet underground. I straighten and pull my knees to myself, getting farther away from the back of my cage.
With wide eyes, I glance at my left, the same girl who told me everything. She looks unfazed; I watch warily as the footfalls near us.
I hold my breath. Two silhouettes appear, I can't make out their features. They stop in front of my cage. One of them steps forward, the keys in his hands jingling loudly. He shuffles through them and holds one up and shoves it in the keyhole and yanks the door open.
My body trembles uncontrollably.
"Come," he says with a gruff voice.
My limbs refuse to move as I gawk at them.
He waits for another moment then comes in. His rough hand wraps around my upper arm and pulls me to my feet. The man drags me out and his companion closes my cage before gripping my other side. Together they take me away.
