HIS CAPTIVE

4- Give up.

Isabella

I had become familiar with the silence, the pain and the dread of waiting. My ribs were broken, my face swollen, my  arms and legs were bruised. My eyes hurt from my tears, my body was sore and my throat hurt from being too dry.

Ever since I was taken, I hadn't had water to drink  or food to eat. I hadn't even used the restroom yet. And my captor didn't even care to know.

I don't know how long I've been here. Covered by darkness, I couldn't tell what time it was or day. It's just been a cycle of endless pain.

He always came with the darkness. It's been three times now he visited. Each time he wore a different clothe. Did it mean it's been three days??

The last time he'd been here, asking about the ‘drive' , he'd been interrupted before he got to the torture part. He'd received a phone call and it seemed like something more important had come up.

“you are very lucky today, Tsuma." Was all he grunted out before leaving.

I hadn't seen him since then. Maybe he would forget about me while I healed and found a way to escape. But something about my rotten luck tells me it wouldn't be that easy.

There had to be a way out. I had to get back to Maya and Tom.

I missed them so much. Have they realized I'm missing? Are they searching for me? Will they find me?

The more tears I shed, the more hurt I felt. I was drained and tired but I couldn't give up just yet.

I sobbed quietly in the dark. I tried hard not to think about Dad and his suicide. It hurt so much. Why did he have to abandon me too? Why?

Maybe I did something wrong. Maybe I offended fate and that's why I had to pay this way.

My mind goes back to my captor. Why was he doing this? I don't even know him. What exactly made him think I married him? And how exactly did I betray him?

He kept asking for the drive and the files. I don't even have an idea what they are. How do I make him believe me? Did THAT PERSON have something to do with this? Because that's the only way to explain what was going on.

Did she ...

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the iron door open and someone enter.

My breath seized and my body began quivering in fear as I screamed in my head:“ no , please don't come yet, please no". My tears fell heavier as I struggled with the holds on me.

The Footsteps came closer and I started to beg. “p..please d..don't h..hurt - Ahh!!!” I screamed as pain exploded in my scalp from being gripped by the hair. I was pulled up to a standing posture but I almost fell back down. The person tightened his grip to keep me up. The pain was blinding and I sobbed louder.

My legs were cramped and my feet were sore. Standing on them only made me ache more.

He wasn't the one that came today.

I couldn't smell him, his fragrance. It always filled the air when he was here. That and he's domineering presence. This was someone else. One of his men maybe.

I tried squinting in the dark to get a good look at the person, but before I could blink, a sack was placed over my head.

“ you try to escape, you die. You understand? " I heard the evil intent In his voice as he warned me. Sweat broke out as I nodded in agreement.

Next I was pulled roughly towards the door and out of the room.

I could only lean on him as he dragged me on. We walked for what seemed like forever, turning at corners before we went up a long flight of stairs. I kept on stumbling and he would grunt and tighten his grip on me. It wasn't like it was my fault, I had a sack over my head. I couldn't see shit.

We moved for a while more on flat ground before we finally stopped. Just how big was this place? I wondered. Then suddenly I heard the sound of a door being openned and next thing I know, I was pushed forward into whatever room the door led to.

I stumbled and fell to the ground, hard and landed on my side. My ribs burned from the pain that spread to my chest and for a moment, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't get up, even as I heard the door closing. I just laid there trying to catch my breath, which was hard to do with the sack over my head. I shifted to lie on my stomach.

I don't know how long I laid there on the cold floor as my body hurt like hell. It felt like an eternity, till I heard the door open again.

Footsteps filled the room, it wasn't just one person.

“Isoide kudasai, bosu ga mukatte imasu" I heard the man from earlier. His voice was hard and flat as he spoke in that japanese language.

“Kashikomarimashita.” I heard a woman's soft voice speak.

“Soshite, orokana koto o shiyou to shinaide kudasai" the man barked and I heard the door closing again.

I felt the a pair of hands pulling me to a sitting position. It hurt but it was better than laying on my stomach. After I successfully sat, the sac was removed.

I was temporarily blinded by the light in the room. I hadn't seen light in a while now. So it took some minutes before my eyes adjusted. There was a young woman squatting in front of me, she was kind enough to wait for me to adjust to the lightening.

She looked a bit older than me and had a kind smile on her face, I could see the pity in her eyes too as she took in my state.

Then she spoke, her voice soft and unhurried.“ I will help clean you up. I need to remove your restraint to start with. Please don't try anything, the men outside were asked to kill you if you tried" she explained gently. I could still here the thick japanese accent as she pleaded with me in English.

I understood her. Not only would I loose my life, she would too. So I gave her a nod to explain that I understood.

She then smiled and went to fill the tub with warm water. Afterwards she came back and help me up my feet. I clenched my teeth as pain coursed through my entire body. Tears fell uncontrollably from my eyes as she helped remove what was left of my clothes. My clothes were bloodied and I couldn't bring myself to look at my reflection in the mirror walls of the bathroom. I didn't want to see myself covered in blood, I was sure I was. Her gasp confirm it all.

Her gaze was apologetic as she led me to the tub gently. She wasn't the one responsible for my condition but she was still sympathetic. Her kind nature brought more tears to my eyes. She was so much different from the guys here including her boss...the devil.

I hissed from pain the moment I touched the water. Every cut in my body hurt badly and I realized the extent of my torture. I was going to have scars all over my body. And I knew my captor had no plans of letting me go, even if he finds his so called flash. Should I just give up?

It took just five minutes for the water to turn bloody. She drained it and refilled it, then began to help wash me up. It hurt like hell but she was very gentle and I was grateful for that. She washed me clean and afterwards helped me dry off.

Only then did I look at myself in the mirror...