Tanks princess

Chapter 1

Oh God, help me.

I cannot continue like this. They are going to kill me... He is going to kill me. I cannot allow them to hurt me anymore, I have someone else to think about now. I need to get out of here.

My head is hurting, I am starving, and I can't get anything to eat; they locked me in a room and there is no way out and I am sobbing in the barely there mattress that the room has. The room has almost nothing in it, just the mattress in the corner and some cloth in the floor with a bucket on the opposite side of the room, in that bucket is where I must do my necessities because I am not allowed to go to a bathroom, if I need a shower, they will bring a different bucket with cold water and a little towel to clean myself as much as possible with no soap. I have been here for a long time, there is no clock or window, so I do not know how long because the days has been mixed in my head with nothing to keep taps on, I think I am fed once a day but when you do not have nothing to do, you do not even know that.

"Hey, pet. What you so concentrated about?" My body automatically started shaking, knowing that dreadful voice. I tried to coil myself to protect my abdomen, to protect us, but just as fast as I curl myself my head is being thrown back by my hair making me uncurl. "I asked you a question!" He yelled at me tugging harshly again at my hair.

"N...oth...Nothing...sir" I stutter, scared of what he has plan for me. "I'm so...sorry, sir" I try to control my stutter because he does not like when I stutter.

"So...so...sorry" He fakes a stutter while grabbing my right arm suddenly and drag me out of the mattress onto the floor. "You never going to fix that stutter, are you?" He asked but I did not dare respond in any way. "Dumb bitch, don't even know how to talk!" He yelled again and before I had time to react I felt the sting on my cheek, he slapped me, but he did not stop there, he continue with some kicks and again I curled my body to protect my stomach, going into fetal position, he took my left arm and drag it away of my body, trying to take me out of the position, but it resulted in a pop sound to come out of my shoulder from the harshness of the movement. Pain engulf me but I do not scream if I scream is going to be worse. Please, God, someone...Help. One of the kicks came to the back of my head, making me hear static and see black dots. "Oh, bitch. It never gets old." The muffle noise reached my ears, as well as I felt him lay me in my back and pull down my underwear, still in my slightly conscious state, my eyes water and I welcomed the numb feeling that comes every time he does this, but even numb I heard his pants falling to the floor, and the pain it came after.

I will get out... One day.

Soon.

Not long I lost consciousness.

What I figured to be a few hours later I woke up, in the same place where he left me after he was done doing whatever he wanted with my body, the room still reeked of the alcohol he consumed before entering. I slowly try to sit down, but when I tried to put some pressure into my left arm it gave out making me fall back the little I have push myself, so with only my right arm I sit up, feeling the soreness of my new and old bruises in my body, I have an awful headache and can feel the pain in between my legs, however it caught my eyes right away that the only door in the room was slightly open, and I could not hear anything outside, it was total silence. I felt adrenaline and uncertain running through me, what if is a trap? He will for sure kill me now, but what if is not? I get to scape and look for help. I did not wait any longer and as fast as possible I stand up and start walking in a fast pace toward the open door. My shaking hand carefully opened a little more the door to peak outside; there was no one in sight so slowly, I open the door just enough for me to get out of that disgusting room for once in God knows how long. The adrenaline numbs every ache in my body and pushed me to run through the hallway into a living room, it was empty too, and right behind the couch, in front of me was the door out, it was night outside, and I only had a slightly bigger T-shirt on but that was not going to stop me. I run to the door and open it; it was not locked either.

When it opens it showed me woods and one road, I could not even enjoy the feeling of fresh air when I was running toward the road, but then realized that if he came back, he would see me running and get me back, so I ran to the woods, always keeping the road next to me to not get lost. It was a cold night, probably around fifty Fahrenheit, too cold for my attire, despite that I continue, branches hitting my arms and slashing my skin, my breathing was harsh, and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears.

Later, what it felt like a whole hour I stopped and sit to take a breath, my head was fuzzy and the trees that surrounded me were moving, my whole body was shaking, and I could not feel the tip of my fingers. Still frighten about being found again, with the help of the trunk of a tree I stand up again and start walking, I needed to find help, or I will die from hypothermia. I refuse to die, not after all of this. The sun started to come up slowly, warming up the weather a tiny bit, and I kept walking.

After what I though was forever, with the sun beaming on me and an isolated road I started to hear people, lots of people, there was some laughter and bickering, as well as some yelling, my pulse skyrocket and I decided to give whatever energy I had left and started running toward the noise, again, the trees started dancing, tears started running through my cheeks not helping my state of dizziness. I saw the end of the woods, and there were a lot of men and some women, but mostly men. When I broke through the end of the woods, I noticed the fence surrounding the talking people, a sob came out of my lips, and I just continued until I was against the fence, my energy living my body, as more sobs come out of my lips. The noise inside the fence quieted down, and I heard a gate opening and heavy steps approaching me, at this point I was already in the floor, barely being supported by the fence, my sight was blurry, and my head keep trying to fall back, but I still had enough energy to keep it up.

"Shit" Was the first thing said.

"H...Hel...Help" I stutter a whisper, my lips chapped and mouth dry. Through my heavy lids I saw one pair of biker boots in front of me, and then a crouching figure in front of me, more sobs came out and I felt like I was hyperventilating.

"Sh, hey, it's alright, I got you" Said the person with a soothing voice.

"Hel...help me, ple...please" I stutter once again, the stranger lifts a hand toward me and instinctively I flinch, but he did not stop his hand from coming slowly toward my face, to then cup the side of my face in a warm gesture. I closed my eyes and felt the blackness taking over and my body finally giving up.

"Mother fucker" Was the last thing I heard after big arms surrounded me and my consciousness slipped away.