Beautiful Disaster

Fuvk! II

Efe

It's been months, days, weeks, years- I don't know, but it's been a while that I've been here.

I've been fed only three times since I was brought here, so I'm definitely guessing that it's been three weeks.

I've been here, tied on this stupid metal chair- in their hideout.

I've lost weight. I'm pretty sure I weighed more even from when I stayed with my father and lived on little.

My heart stuttered- Father. Mother.

If Gaf is searching for me, I'm pretty sure he's reached the point where he or the rest of the gang think I'm dead. I might even be dead because of how weak I am.

If he's searching for me. I don't think my heart at this point can take the pain from believing that he won't come for me.

Particularly him and Soph well there's Annie too- I'm not sure of Lor, we never really went past the 'hi's' and 'hellos' so- maybe he's just shy? Tsk- I doubt it.

Okay, may I believe it, I mean what kind of man would be interested in Soph? A quiet shy guy? Or a loud funny guy? If I get out of here- no, positive thinking.

Once I get out of here, when Gaf, Soph, Annie and Lor come to save me, I'd definitely find out more about Lorenzo. Honestly they're more family than the Uncle Charles and Aunty Comfort.

Maybe after this, I would really try and find out what it going on between me and Gaf.

Maybe that's ju wistful thinking but right now any happy thought I can pull from my clouded mind to stay sane from being alone for a long time is good enough for me to think it.

Arms tied behind my back one to each side of the chair, my legs tied to the foot of each of the two front legs of the chair I'm seating on.

I'm so tired- my breathes are probably one in every one hour- am I exaggerating? Maybe.

Even my thoughts are slurry and in whispers.

I've endured many things in my life but-

But-

What was I thinking sef? My eyes are closed. My uncle haven't been here since I was tied up here. I'm pretty sure this is them breaking me so that I won't offer much resistance when the real torture for information starts.

Oh- I remember, I haven't endured this much-

I've been starved but not to this level. I'm blind-

Well, not really though. More like things like talking even making noise is such a huge task.

Blinking consumed to much energy- way too much energy so my eyes have been permanently closed.

You know that exclamation "Oh the torture" I'm pretty sure I never understood it till now. Even the duo that kidnapped me- Gino and Dino. I hate them- ugh, hate is such a harsh word but that's really what I feel when I think of them. Well, I'm sure it's dislike compared to what I feel for my stupid Uncle.

I'm hurt and disappointed too. I expected a lot of things from him but not this- he didn't acknowledge me when I stayed under his roof which is better than this sort of twisted attention.

The screeching of the door resounded in the room, I didn't bother to raise my head because I didn't have any strength to waste on such frivolous activity.

Frivolous- just to raise my head is now an expension of energy. Unnecessary energy.

I gasped very loudly as what I'm sure is a bucket of water- iced water was poured on me-

Fuvk.

"Is sleeping beauty awake hm?" A voice that very much sounded like Uncle Charles's asked. I'd kill this man I swear it. But for now, it's best I'm as unresponsive as possible.

"I told you to feed her for today, look, she is very unreactive" Uncle Charles yelled at someone in the room with him

It wasn't long when I felt a needle prickle my skin. Glucose.

I could taste it on my lips. This- whatever is going to happen is going to leave me with nightmares for a while.

"Sweetie, this wouldn't have happened to you if you'd just followed me that day, I wouldn't have sold you, well, maybe- but your fate would have been better than this" Uncle Charles said.

I doubt it.

"Now look at me" He demanded. I didn't move only breathing and savoring the surge of energy that I haven't felt in weeks.

My heart pounded firmly- is that a good sign?

A hand roughly grabbed my neck and pulled my head up to look at the wicked man that shared blood with me. He eyed me with a strange glint of satisfaction in his eyes and perhaps disgust.

"It's not like your faith changed,  I mean, after you've released the location of those prints, I'd pretty much give you to my friend as an apology for all the disappearing act you've pulled off since you stepped foot in this country. Madam Sara just had to be greedy at the zeros that stupid King offered to spoil my plans if not you'd have been under my thumb from day one.

Oh well, everything works for a reason" Un- Charles said sounding so resolute.

I said nothing merely watching him through my half lids the hands holding my head had withdrawn.

Charles waved at whoever it was to leave before eyeing me.

"I don't like torture but you've forced my hand niece" Charles said wearing gloves

I am going to hate this next few minutes. But I didn't close my eyes, I watched him very squarely and blankly.

"Where's the prints?" He asked hands on his waist. I said nothing.

"Where are the prints girl?" He demanded. I said nothing- my left eye suddenly turned dark, a ringing sound resounded in my left ear- he slapped me. Hard

Fuvk. I gritted my teeth.

"I thought you'd already start whimpering, but I think I'm going to enjoy this, hm" Charles said, forcing my neck up. Water- cold fuvking water. He was pouring water over my face that I don't have the chance to breathe

I. Can't. Breathe

Air- no air. Too much water. Stop!

A loud sound was heard in the background and he abruptly stopped, my gasps for delicious air was the only sound heard well and the thing- whatever it was that Charles was listening for.

"Hm" He said and turned and walked out leaving me panting and gasping.

My energy have been depleted to past the minimum. I can already feel the room spinning when the door opened again.

I whimpered- please

"Please" I whispered, trying to lift my lids open when the person didn't touch me.

I held a gasp at the person I managed to make out from my hazy thoughts. Gaf

"Amor, what did they do to you?" He whispered as he cut the ropes round my wrists and ankles. I swayed on the chair and fell sideways but he caught me before he carried me.

He came. Even though this might be my last thought, I'd die happy knowing he came.

I lost consciousness.