𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Rescue | Thorin

Warnings (again, sorry): Unpleasant content for sensitive people (mistreats, violence...).

It was dark. It smelled bad, it smelled terrible rather. It was a foul smell, like rotten. (Y/n) was sitting on the floor, leaning her back against the wall, and she was looking at the little light that escaped from the cracks of a broken window, the only one in that room. Beside her were several vomits, all hers, some already dry. There was a bed right in front of her with a bag of expired potatoes on top of it, but just that, there was nothing else. (Y/n) was dirty, her head was spinning, her stomach hurt and she was nauseous and more nauseous. She had been locked up there for weeks and now she was regaining her sanity a little, beginning to be aware of where she was.

Voices of a man outside the room began to be heard. He was hitting and throwing things, or so it supposed (Y/n), because she could hear how he broke things and even a piece of glass, possibly from a bottle, slipped under the door that separated her from that man.

There was a silence and (Y/n) didn't dare to do anything, she was afraid, she was very afraid. She only could breathe with difficulty due to the snot and shiver of fear... And of the cold that she was feeling. She noticed then, after sitting up a bit, that she had a lump in her gut. She was pregnant. "Oh shit..." she thought. She saw that to her left was her cell phone, quite cracked. She turned it on, it had barely any battery and the screen was badly damaged.

-It still works -she said in a whisper. But there was hardly time left for that to be so. She had to ask for help, as soon as possible, so she opened WhatsApp and decided to send a message to the first contact she saw, her friend Thorin. She did not hesitate to send him a message telling him about her situation.

It was then that the door opened, revealing a scruffy man who reeked of alcohol and had a white powder on his nose. (Y/n) could see him take off his belt, pull down his pants and grab her legs. The woman began to scream, but there was nothing she could do; the man slammed her cell phone against the wall and gave her a forceful blow to her head, knocking her unconscious.

Hours passed again and (Y/n) woke up again. She was without the bottom of her clothes, her pants were lying on the floor and she was on the bed. Her head ached and she was nauseous again. She vomited again, and, in a second, she started crying. She saw that her cell phone was smashed on the ground and that made her lose hope, crying harder. (Y/n) returned to eat the expired potatoes from that bag that was now also lying on the ground and little by little she gave in to sleep again.

What woke her up were screams from outside the room again. The man was screaming, only this time in a different way, and not only that man was heard, but another as well. That voice was familiar to the woman but her head hurt so badly that she couldn't even call for help, at least not for a few seconds until she heard a gunshot and then her name. That was the cause of her eyes widening even more.

-Thorin? Thorin! -she yelled, approaching the door and knocking on it to rescue her from it.

The door opened and she fell to the ground on her back. To her amazement she found Thorin, who did not hesitate to pick her up in his arms.

-Come on, let's get out of here -Thorin said hastily.

-How did you found me? -asked (Y/n).

-Intuition. And thinking very well where I was -said Thorin-. The last place you were was in the park and it was hardly time since we last spoke when you disappeared. Strange things usually happen around here and in this place... It's not the first time I've heard strange things around here. Nothing official ever happened, but I always heard things. You have had to wander these places by yourself by chance, and you shouldn't. But I understand, you're not from here.