Under Control

Ch 30: Trapped?

Amilia pov:

How long have I been here? I can't tell anymore, the days begin to blur together from the constant abuse. I didn't bother keeping track, even for my own sake.

It was torture to be alive. Being brutally beaten for 'misbehaving' or displeasing Mike was something I had gotten used to. My body was in a constant state of pain and suffering from him. My mind wasn't much better. I felt like I was going crazy.

Yet, that was only during the daytime. Night was worse. It didn't matter how much I screamed or begged, the violation didn't stop. Eventually I just let him do it, it was better than bleeding from trying to force him away.

Every single time I felt sick, his body against mine, his noises, everything about him made me despise my own body. It was filthy because of him. I wouldn't be the same as when I was first here.

The only thing that gave me the smallest amount of sanity was knowing I would find a way to escape. I was close too. Even though I had been 'misbehaving' I know that I have enough trust with him.

At night when he's done with me he lays in bed with me, heavily sleeping. The guards don't stand by because he's here with me, that gives me a bigger window to work with. If I could just find a way past the alarms then I would leave already.

I want to go back to New York. I want to see Azrael. I want to apologize and be with her again. I want to feel safe.

This only brings up another fear though. Mike's been looking for any details about her, whether it's beating it out of me or hiring men to look for her. It didn't matter the way, as long as he got results. This made me nervous to be away from her, I needed to warn her somehow.

Morning was here so I got up and showered, burning away the reminder of last night with boiling hot water. I dressed in a flowy skirt and long-sleeved shirt, his choice, not mine.

Going out and towards the library I try to avoid him as best as I can. I didn't need him finding me. Grabbing a book and sitting down I read the pages of 'fantasy', taking my mind away from this God forsaken hellhole.

The guard that followed me here was new. I hadn't seen him before. Although he's worked here for a bit I know that he's a newbie. I could take advantage of it, in fact I already have. I've been keeping notes in said 'fantasy' book about him, keeping his schedule and habits written down with the other guards.

Sadly enough, he was the only nice one. He never hit me, yelled at me, or so much as tried anything sexual of the sort. He was the only one I could try to get something from. With the doors locked and the library deathly quiet I looked around and only found us here.

"You're new right?" I asked quietly, not wanting the guards outside to hear me.

"I'm not really supposed to talk to you." He sounded nervous as he spoke. I rolled my eyes and shut my book.

"It's fine. No one's here." I motioned to the vast empty room we stood in. He bit his lip and looked around, nodding when he found no one else.

"Yeah, I'm new." He sounded like a ball of nerves. How the hell did he manage to work for my uncle?

"Do you like it? Keeping me prisoner I mean." Leaning my cheek on my palm I give him my kindest smile. He rubbed his neck and shook his head.

"Not really. I'm doing this as a favor for my dad. He's some drug dealer that owes Mike a lot of money." He sounded pissed but took a calming breath. He leaned against a shelf and looked at me.