I was afraid to look around, but I knew I had to. Glancing up hesitantly, I saw that the big man was gone. I wasn't sure at that moment why that fact sent chills down my spine, but I was sure to understand soon enough.
I tried to stand, but I couldn't hardly put any weight on my left ankle. I cried out in pain as I fell back to the floor. I just sat there, rocking on the floor, until they came in and took me away. I didn't fight them this time. There was no point. They were probably going to kill me now, or worse, and I didn't even care anymore. What point was there in fighting? Id tried that, better yet, my best friend had tried. Look where it got her. I was no better. Maybe a bitter death would be better than a pathetic life.
"Stand up you nasty little bitch!" one of the men spit into my face. I looked at him and just took it. I didn't have the energy to fight anymore. I didn't care. He dropped me on my feet, and I screamed out and crumpled to the ground. They grabbed me by my arms and hauled me back up. I could hardly stand the pain in my ankle, but I had to keep going. I feared the consequences if i didnt.
I could feel myself breaking out in a cold sweat. I wasn't sure if it was because I was scared, or nervous, or because my ankle hurt so badly. What I did know, was that it was the cold sweat was dripping down my back and making me feel colder than I already was. It caused goosebumps to pop up all over my flesh and anxiety sweep through me like a cold breeze in my soul.
It looked almost as if the world was getting fuzzy. It reminded me of a long period of time on the computer. How my eyes would get fuzzy and almost go cross-eyed from the effort. I blinked and blinked, trying to clear my vision, to no avail. My feet were dragging the ground behind me, the pain in my arms from being dragged long since become a dull roar. Then we stopped. The door to the left of me opened, and they threw me in, on a bed.
It was dingy. From what little I could see through my blurred vision, the walls were dark and prison like. The few sheets on the mattress on the floor looked brown, like too many people had slept, smoked, and bled on them. There was no pillow, and the floors were cold, like ice blocks. The room couldn't have been more than a few square feet. It hardly fit the "bed" in it, let alone more than two people. I shivered from a draft. I couldn't tell where it was coming from, maybe underneath the door, maybe a hole in the wall. Pulling my knees up to chest, my ankle shrieked in main, but I was already too cold to care.
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Behind Closed Doors
General Fiction*COMPLETE* This is mature reading. There are a couple of rape scenes. If you cannot handle reading something like this, please dont. Feel free to leave me comments/suggestions as you see fit. I would love to hear your ideas. This is a fictional st...
