T A K E N

chapter three

//sorry for my shit drawing but thats kind of what the cells are like,  and the line at the top is the ceiling lol.

Chelsea Brooks 

   The sounds of distant echoed screams fill my head. I blink a few times as I slowly open up my eyes. 

           As I look up i'm greeted with a wall of cement, confused I move my eyes around the small room I am in.  It is no bigger than a decent sized bathroom. No windows, only a small folded up blanket to my left. To my right there is a door with a small window with a few bars across it spaced about an inch apart. I look up to see there is no ceiling at the top of the walls around me, but a bigger ceiling around 100 meters above my topless cell.  

                               What the fuck. what happened . were am I? 

Then it hits me. 

I was in a car. I tried to escape. I got shot with i'm guessing a tranquilizing dart based on the fact I can feel my own heart beat in my shoulder. And now i'm here.

   Once I come to my senses and realize what has happened, my heart starts beating progressively faster. My breathing speeds up and my throat goes dry–

                     "no, no, no this cant be happening"  I say to myself as I stand up.

I run over to the door and try to look out the barred window, the sounds of screaming and muffled cries still echoing of the walls. Directly in front of me I see another door with the same bars identical to mine. I turn my head to the right to see rows and rows of cold gray cement cells, each one with the same door and barred window. 

               "no, no, no, no, no" the words fall of my lips as my breathing gets heavier. "no NO NO NO" I repeat again and again, each time getting louder as I grab onto the roots of my hair.  I back away from the door until my back hits the cold cement behind me. I drop to the ground while still murmuring the same words as if I have forgotten all others. 

     I sit there tugging at my hair until I start to cry. 

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I have been awake for a few hours now I think, honestly it could be the next day for all I know. It is hard to tell how much time has passed when your staring at a wall. 

        After crying on the floor for a while my sadness quickly turned to anger when I went back over to the door and started banging and kicking at it trying to pry it open. I eventually got tired of yelling at nothing. Which brings me here, 

         Silently sitting in the corner with my with knees pressed to my chest, the blanket that laid in the corner now wrapped around my frozen body. My mind should be racing with thoughts on why i'm here. or what has happened to me.                                                                                                                                                     but its not. 

    So I just sit with my empty thoughts, watching the wall in front of me. Every so often a scream will echo off the walls, but I don't flinch anymore. I just blink and continue to trace the cracks in the concrete thats facing me. 

           The sound of a door opening and then slamming shut, followed by scampered footsteps interrupt my gaze and snap be back to reality–

"let me–  let me go. " a girls voice struggles, as the footsteps become louder. 

"I SAID LET ME G–" the voice continues but it cut of by the sound of slap. 

At the words I get up and move the the opposite side of my cell facing were the noise is coming from, holding onto the blanket that was just around my body.  

"and I said to shut the fuck up, but looks like were not listening to each other are we," an older mans voice spoke in an irritated tone. The sound of another door opening and closing causing me to grip harder onto the material in my sweaty palms. 

"fuck you" the girl spoke again. At her words I slowly walked up my door and faced were the noise was coming from. 

  As I looked to my right I saw an older man standing about 6 cells down facing the door that i'm guessing now holds the girl. 

"you know 17, if you keep up this attitude no ones ever going to buy you." he spoke again this time sounding like a disappointed parent who's telling off their child.   

            what 

"MY NAME IS EMILY" the faceless girl yelled from inside her cell. "And i'm not some fucking object you can sell, you psychopath. You dont fucking own me." 

At the sound of her words the man laughed under his breath, "oh but thats were your wrong. You see, we do own you. And we can do whatever we wish with you, or too you." he continued "So unless you want a bullet through that pretty little head of yours I would shut your mouth if I were you." when he was done speaking he smiled at her and turned away from her cell and started walking in my direction.

 At the end of his words and ran back to my position at the back corner of my cell and threw the blanket over me, leaving only my head uncovered. I could hear my heartbeat In my head as I sat on my hands to stop them from shaking. When the man came into view outside my window I held onto my breath and pierced my eyes shut. A few moments later I opened my eyes at the sound of a bigger door slamming shut. 

          Frozen in fear. I didn't move.

     what was he talking about, "we own you". who's "we" .                                                                                                      Oh my god do they own me. 

// okay I hope this isn't to confusing. but all confusion be answered in the upcoming chapters!

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