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[32.] Captive

{{DAMARA MARIANO}}

I woke up with a headache. I was about to call out for Vi but I remembered everything from hours prior. Evan my ex kissing my jaw, my godfather betraying me, Atlas. The text I sent to my husband.

I opened my eyes to see I was tied to a chair. An office chair. I'm in grants office. I recognize the carpet. I sit my head up and instantly a gun is pressed to the back of my head. Am I... scared?

I've had multiple people hold me at gunpoint but this made me... Scared. Maybe it's because now I actually have something to loose if I die. Rather than before, I didn't have shit to loose. Maybe James abs Artemis followed by Lilah. But now I have someone who loves me and I love waiting for me to come home.

I need out of here. I need to end this.

"How could my own daughter, betray me." I tried to talk but duck tape covered my mouth.

"Not your daughter." I mumbled into the tape.

"How could the child I put my heart into leave. How could she." He was always dramatic but this was out of hand.

Grant nodded to the man behind me and a gun was smacked to the side of my head knocking me unconscious.

Whatever it takes Vi.

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I woke up again, this time chained to a wall. I was only in my bra and underwear. Where the fuck did my clothes go? Why am I chained to a wall? Where is my husband? I started to cry.

Defeat finally catching up to me. It was silent. Inaudible. Tears slipped but not a single sound came from my mouth. I looked around the room to see another woman. She looked very skinny. Black frizzy hair that paired wonderfully with her skin. She looked no older than seventeen.

She was also looking at me. I placed my head to the back of the wall and lifted my left hand. At least my ring is still here. The one thing I have right now to bring me comfort.

Yet not a lot can comfort me when I'm in a room chained to a cold concrete wall with no clothes on. I stared blankly at the steel door waiting for some reason. It's like I'm wondering when the door will open and someone I know will walk through. Not to save me but to hurt me.

And not even fifteen minutes of staring went by when the door was pushed open and Evan along with an old friend of mine walked in the room. They grabbed the girl and walked out. My old friends name was Robin. He looked at me directly in the eye and gasped a little.

'I'm sorry.' He mouthed. I waved him off and he left. He was always to soft for this job. He was always nice to me. He has the kindest soul for someone who kills people for a living.

I wonder what will happen to the poor girl. I know what will happen. I used to be the one to grab the people from down here. I had no idea what I was doing. I was so drained of any sense of humanity. Years of being in the program only to be sucked back into something worse. I was brainwashed and beaten till I was gone. Then I was finally free to be my own person.

Boy was that a scare.

The door opened again and this time it was only Evan. Next to him was Warren. When I left to do jobs solo he was only little. It's been three years since I've been in this house. That makes him twenty.

"Hello, Warren." I mumbled leaning my head back with a slight smirk.

"Damara." He mumbled.

This is the part that hurts. When they start to beat things out of you. Too bad I can't crack. Years in the program taught me never to crack, I've only let my truth to one person. And he's trying to find me. I hope he is.

I was slapped across the face by Evan. I chuckled when he asked about the ring on my finger. Evan was my ex boyfriend. He always did have a temper. I never told Vi about this part of me, mainly because I had it sealed so tightly I forgot it was there. But being here is reminding me of who I became after my parents died.

At some point a whip was brought out. I was hit with it every place imaginable. I could feel the swelling on my stomach from the whip. Soon after that a knife was brought out. I didn't even flinch when tiny cuts appeared on my stomach. The only think I did was stare at my ring.

After Warren and Evan left my blood was making dripping sounds on the floor. Like rain. I closed my eyes and remembered the night Vi and I danced in the rain. We couldn't let go of one another that night.

He loved me in every way imaginable. My only weakness. I'm on the edge of life and the only thing I can think about is how I haven't seen my husband in god knows how many days. I've lost track since half of however many days I was knocked out.

At least I said 'I love you' before I left, but I'm not giving up yet. I promised I would survive.

I never break promises.