Save Me

CHAPTER 1: TWEN

Twenty's POV

I lay here chained in this darkness, alone. Losing myself every day and going numb as the days go by. I don't feel anything, not the physical abuse, emotional abuse, nor that other stuff. At least that's what I tell myself.

I'm just an empty shell, I have long since given up. Death...sounds so peaceful.

My name is Twenty I have been here for as long as I can remember, I dare say I might have been born here. If I wasn't, well then, I don't know where I come from nor if I have a family. Though I don't know what that truly is.

What I do know is that I'm in pain. No matter how much I try to deny it or try not to feel, that is the truth. I have been in pain every single day of my life ever since I could remember.

The chains on my wrist and ankles didn't help. My earliest memories of wearing these chains were painful, being made from silver, they burned my skin. Now after years and years of wearing these same chains, I have gotten used to them.

The chains on my wrists are bolted to the wall behind me above my head, my wrists being held up close to my head. While my legs are spread out in front of me and the chains on my ankles are bolted to the ground.

I am in a dark room with a single light to brighten it, a very dim light. The floors and walls are all made of concrete, with a steel door in front of me. The room is empty the only thing in here is me.

I know I'm not alone in this place because I hear other people. I hear those that are in charge, but I also hear crying and screaming, pleads for help. I'm sad that there are other people who are chained and tortured like I am, but at the same time happy I'm not alone facing this pain.

Does that make me a bad person?

I've never met these people, so I don't know who they are. The only times I get to leave this room is when it's my turn to use the restroom. I get to use the restroom twice a day, under supervision of course, but always just me and whoever is watching me that day.

If I must go a third time, I must hold it till the next day. Sometimes I can't and I soil myself, this gets me a beating most of the time or they'll just leave me sitting in my own mess.

As for bathing, I shower once a day. I shower before customers arrive so that I am clean for them. Even then I don't ever meet anyone else.

Other than those times these chains are never removed unless a customer asks for them off. I never move from this spot, not even to walk around in this room.

Just then I hear the door creak open, I don't bother to look and continue to stare at the ground. I hear the door shut and shuffling coming towards me. I lift my head, but can't see who it is, my vision is blurry.

I'm so malnourished I can't clearly see what's in front of me and being in this dark room doesn't help. Though with a single whiff I already know who it is. The figure is by my side now and is sitting next to me.

"Hi Twen, I brought you food."

It's Jamie. I can't clearly see Jamie's facial features or his body build, but I can tell he has dirty blonde hair. Jamie comes to see me every day, he feeds me once a day, cleans my body after each customer, and when I soil myself. He nicknamed me Twen, but only uses it when we are alone.

In the beginning, I was afraid of Jamie, but after knowing him for so long he became my only friend. Jamie is ten years older than I am, he's twenty-seven and I am seventeen.

Jamie has been here the longest. His official name is Five, but the first time we met he told me his real name. Ever since then I've been addressing him as such. Jamie was brought here when he was five years old. The only thing he can remember from before coming here is his name.