The flames to remind you

Three

I've been here for two weeks. The cold stone floors and bed pan the only other things to occupy the room I'm inside.

I could hear the clicking of a key turning in the metal doors keyhole, before it slams open and bangs into the wall.

Demarcus strides in with a cold sneer on his face.

"Do you feel like talking now? Or do we need to show you another lesson?"

I tilt my head back against the wall behind me. I force a smirk on my face as I look at him.

"I'm always willing to talk Dickarcus."

I give out a weak laugh.

His so called lessons involve forcing my legs open for him and his men while the other beat me unconscious. Not much learning is happening because they still only last three minutes.

"I think I'll quite enjoy breaking you Melody." He gives a hideous smile as he bends down to swipe a grimy finger across my cheek.

"Doubtful. You can't break whats already been shattered. You think your strong and scary, but I've encountered bigger and badder monsters than you. So go ahead, break my bones and add more scars to my body, but if you haven't realized that you aren't the first-or the last- to attempt to break me by force, then you're an even bigger moron than I thought." My voice comes out hard cold and sharp as I glare at the man in front of me.

I'm tired of empty threats. I'm tired and hungry and honestly sick of this stupidly small fucking cell.

I'm tired of his stupid smug face everyday as he beats me for awnsers I won't tell him.

"Then maybe I should just go ahead and kill you now to save myself the trouble." Dickhead stands up as if disgusted. I hold back the snort and choose to spit at his feet instead.

"Do it you stupid fucking prick. You'll be doing me a favor."

I force my body to stand up. He's only a few inches taller than my four foot eleven frame so it's easy to keep my eyes on his.

His eyes widen slightly. He's a fucking dumbass.. he thought himself invincible, untouchable for so long that he's grown cocky.

He realizes his mistake. Coming down alone. Underestimating me and my ability to stand up, even after being starved and beaten.

Guess what you dickhead?! This is NOTHING on what I've been through. Two weeks of minimum nutrition is nothing on what I grew up with.

Now his prey has become the predator. Naked or not, I will eliminate the scum in front of me. Even if I forfeit my life in the end.

I jerk upright. My breaths coming out heavy and rough at the memory.

It takes around thrity minutes to calm myself down. Reminding myself that Raven and North had saved me on that mission. They took me to the hospital and I'm okay.

I'm safe. Alive.

I crawl out of bed and step into my shower. Washing away the sweat and memory. The only good that came from that mission was stopping the drug and sex trafficking. And meeting two protective overbearing men who wouldn't leave the hospital until I was discharged and dissapeared.