Thea

Fighter

Thea's POV

I need to run as far away as I can. They won't find me.

I keep running. I feel like my chest is going to explode and my feet are becoming heavy, but I am not giving up.

I feel my feet on the ground, but I look down and I have no shirt on, only a bra. I am covered with bruises and blood. I escaped though, it will never happen again.

I turn down an alley. My feet are paralyzed, why can't I run anymore? I curse out trying to go forward because I know that they are going to be catching up soon. I try to twist and pull my legs, but nothing is working.

I look ahead and I see Ezra. Ezra is looking at me, and he comes towards me. "Oh Ezra you are finally here. I can't move. I am covered in blood, and I missed you so much. Please help me. Where is everybody else?" I say to him as he slowly comes towards me. As he comes in the light I realize that it isn't Ezra. It's the man I was running from.

He's back. I scream out trying to signal for any type of help. I turn around and try to run back, but it is no use. I turn back around and I am met with a hard slap.

I jolt up and I immediately regret even moving due to the pain that I am feeling in my ribs. I scream out in pain, and curse myself for having any slight hope that I was going to be able to escape this shit hole.

"I guess my little slut finally woke up." I don't turn around because I already know who is speaking.

I fall back onto the hard and cold concrete floor, and silently whimper. If I was looking outside of my body right now I would tell myself how fucking pathetic I am.

"What are you not going to look at me?" Grayson comes up to my face and squeezes it so tight that it is making my tears pour out of my face. My bruises are tingling on my face that have formed over the day that I have been here.

"I will be back with some friends." Grayson says to me and tries to kiss me on the lips, instead I bite down as hard as I can on his lip and it starts gushing blood. I was aiming to take the whole thing off, but I guess that will do instead. He retaliates back at me and slaps the living shit out of me. I looked back over at him and smiled with my cheek still tingling. I don't care how much that hurt nothing can compare to the feeling of seeing his disgusting face harmed. He scoffs at me and leaves.

After the night I was taken things have been pretty brutal. I'm not sure how long I have been here, but it feels like it has been forever. After I was knocked unconscious the only thing I remember is getting dragged into a car, and then I woke up in misery on a cold floor. It was a sort of cell that only had a couple of lights, and the only people that have entered so far is Seth rarely and Grayson every fucking hour.

It was pathetic really. They had to give me the whole effect of being kidnapped I guess.

I tried to fight, and I did knock them out for a couple of seconds, but with the heavy drugs that were implemented into me it was hard to get far without totally tumbling over. With every fight that I have started up whether it be with Seth or Grayson it ends up with me getting another bruise.

Every single time they come in this dreaded cell I have at least ten ways in my mind how I can kill them, but with them putting these sedatives into me I feel completely drained. It's exhausting.

Since Grayson has been taking advantage of me in this state he has totally made me disgusted not only with him, but with myself. I feel totally and utterly disgusted with myself because I hate to even think that his hands were even on my body, and more importantly that I am not able to protect myself.