Her Destiny

Intro

I've been kidnapped

Usually a kidnapped victim is docile. But me? I'm a firecracker that my captor has to keep in a dark room. I am electrocuted every hour. How I'm not dead by now? Idk the answer to that question.

I swear if I get out of here I will make him pay. I could have used the new gift by now, but he put a peace of cloth in my mouth. I found out about myself the day my parents died. Man that day was a game changer.

I just need a plan. Waiting for the cop isn't an option. I need a plan in case he can't get to me in time... a plan that will work. Maybe i could act docile then figure out another piece of the plan. Act like I don't care what my captor does. Then when he sees I'm not going to do anything he will not put the cloth in my mouth anymore. Then I'll turn around and attack full force. I could screech and then make my escape or screech tell I kill him...

No, I can't kill. I'm not capable of that after what happened the last time I lost control.

Dad.... My poor Mom...my brother

All I have left is the cop, he took me in. I had no other family so a total stranger helped me. I grew to love him as family. He said he will even adopt me.

For my one family member, I will stay alive. I will make it back to him. Even with my captors evil plots, I will live!
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Four weeks later I had carried out my plan and I was no longer executed every hour. Instead I had an electric day once a weak. I had clothes that screamed perfection. I was like a doll for him to dress and undress. The clothes like a Barbie dolls.

I was a thing. A doll, for him to use as he sees fit. Sometimes it's gross. His mind is beyond anything I've ever seen before. I stayed still on the couch for him to perfect. Makeup and hair pieces. Pictures and paintings. This is what he liked. I was spoon fed like a baby from actual baby food jars. He said it was for the vitamins on my luscious body. Ugh what a creep. I wasn't allowed to talk or make sounds.
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After Four months of him calling me his little doll and being electrocuted once a week as well as just being silent and docile, His guard was down. He acted as though I was his now. Not knowing my plan of escape.

One day I sat on the couch in the position he hated most. He had given me an extra electric shock for that the first time I did it. Said it was not lady like and that dolls are not supposed to sit like that. He came over to correct me.

I lifted my hand alittle so he wouldn't notice. He came closer and yelled at me. I right my position to the one he wanted. He then turned around and that's when I got up fast and grabbed his arm and pulled his head down towards me so I can scream in his ears.

I focused on my gift and sent it. Waves and waves of a high pitched banshee scream went in his ears and they bled within seconds. He flung me off him. He yelled out in agony clutching at his ears as they bled between his fingers. Oops must have ruptured something.

I landed on the floor a little ways from him. Before he could regroup. I ran to the door. He caught me by the hair when I reached the door. He then closed fist punched me out....

I woke up in a cell like room in the basement. I stayed there for many days. I really messed up. I should have used all my force and killed him. I knew I had to try again before he could do anything worse to me. And at that thought I realized he forgot to put the cloth in my mouth again. Hehehe, he fucked up.

I focused on my gift, I focused on making it louder. So loud it could break glass. So loud it could make the house vibrate. At those times, he was out. He went to the store or something. So I decided I wanted out of this stupid cage.

I clawed the bars with my hands. Creating a gap. I then thought of normal nails and willed my nails back to normal. My hand no longer was like sharp blades. That's what I get for practicing my gift to a grand way.

I waited for his return. Hearing the door open and close with sounds of rustling plastic bags.

I climbed the stairs. But the door was locked. I waited for him to unlock the door thinking he would give me food. Or check on me, I mean I was out for how long? I mean seriously dude!

I made my nails long and sharp again, in turn that made my hair a long white and eyes the glowing white kind. I was ready for battle. What I wasn't expecting was a knock at the front door. Someone is here. I listened quietly to who was there. Then banging started on the door when there was no answer.

My captor had finally answered the door. "Who are you and what do you want!?" I heard the raspy voice my captors had.

"I'm here to ask you if I could search your home for a missing girl. I have a warrant if you refuse, I wanted to be polite and ask first though. Don't think about saying no. I know she's here!" ... I know that voice!!!

"I'm here!" I yelled again and again banging on the newly locked double sturdy steel basement door.

"Marcey!" I heard him yell out to me. Then there was a scuffle. Something was knocked over and the sound of flying fists sound with grunts. I heard hit after hit. Finally the sounds stop.

Footsteps came towards the door. I got my nails and was about to do my screech.. the doorknob rattled, a key twisting the lock, then the turning doorknob. The door opened with a low creaking groan sound. There stood the cop. A bloody lip and a few bruises already showing up. "You came.." I breathed out in a whisper. I looked at him and smiled. "You found me."

"Always baby little monkey." He replied.

"Thanks Uncle." Smiling I leaned my head on his shoulder. If he could have given a happy dance at my basic acceptance of his adoption plan, I bet he would be dancing to the moon.

He picked me up bridal style out of where I was and walked out the door to the waiting ambulance. He set me down on the gurney. I watched as another paramedic checked on him.

A commotion came from the house. Out came my captor in handcuffs and fighting like hell to break loose. He definitely lost the fight. He did not look good at all. He was bruised in so many places. His eyes were alittle swollen and his mouth more bloody then my uncles. He looked like a few broken bones too. 'Nice job uncle'.

He stopped struggling and stared right at me. He gave me a creepy grin that sent me into a panic. I was shaking like a scared leaf. Backing up tell I was little more than a hiding ball on the bed and under the covers.

"I'll see you when I get out, my dove!" He yells out. He then laughs like a maniac. "You'll see that you'r all mine. Nobody can save you, not even your screams and nails will save you. Hahaha hahaha" he sounds totally crazy and it scares me.

The man I now call Uncle looks at me, seeing as I was peeking out from under the covers, still really scared. He walks towards my captor and pulls back his fist and sends it flying one last time. It lands with a crunch and a squirt of blood coming out my captors nose. "You won't be out anytime soon. And when you do get out, I will be waiting, scumbag."

After everything was said and done at the hospital, where they found many broken bones and bruises on me, as well as light burn marks that was already fading. They wanted to keep me overnight when they saw the blood test results, but Uncles glare shoo'ed them away.

Then at the precinct, where I told my story of what had happened to me. (I left out the fact that I was a screaming nail growing weirdo who hurt him and instead fabricated a story of him falling down the stairs landing on his arm. I even went as far as told them that he thought it was my fault and backhanded me.. (I mean by the looks of his arm no one will believe me but uncle can handle that right?)

I was finally done and went home with uncle.