meant to be (on going!!)

Part twenty-seven

i can't remember the last time i have seen light.

i don't know how long i have been down here, kept in the dark and beaten up for information that i don't know of.

it's a routine by now, cold water is thrown at me, vincent tortures me for god knows what, i stay quite, he gets mad and leaves.

and elijah? no idea where he is.

i pray for his safety, i hope he-

a slap on my cheek takes me out of my thoughts.

"don't dream too much bitch" the voice rang through the basement.

he was one of the guards down here, always made inappropriate comments or came in here to "talk" which means trying to get in my pants.

never succeeded as vincent or marco came inside in the right moment.

the only time i'm thankful to see him.

i eye the guard as he bends down and grips my chin roughly, a whimper escaping my lips.

"listen here puttana, it's always someone interrupting us and it's getting on my fucking nerves" he growls out.

raw.

"get the fuck away from me!" i scream and kick him away, obviously catching him off guard.

i keep on screaming hoping anyone would hear me but knowing me and my luck i knew no one would come and help me, no one has ever.

"shut the fuck up!" he slaps me, this time so hard i could taste the blood in my mouth.

his hand then spread both of my legs and then he sat himself in between them before pulling off my underwear.

i pulled on the chains and screamed "stop please no stop!"

not again please not again.

"ssht ssht ssht" he chuckles, his hand covering my lips to keep quite.

i shook my head rapidly and wiggled around.

"stop fucking moving!" he slaps me again.

"stop!" i scream much louder this time, my voice cracking, tears streaming down my cheeks not being able to stop them anymore.