Locked in chains

Chapter 14

A few days have passed since my conversation with David, I'm still tied up to the chair, and I can feel my body becoming weaker. Sometimes he comes to feed me, but nothing huge, and he gives me something to drink. I can only go to the bathroom once a day, and if I'm "nice" as he says, I'm allowed to shower. Let's just say that he often finds something that I wasn't "nice" about just to piss me off. Seconds seem like hours here, and days like weeks. I'm still trying to understand when Marcus decided that I belonged to David. I didn't see it coming, and yet I should have. I'm trained to see any eventuality and be prepared if the situation changes, but this one slipped through my fingers. It happens frequently these days. I blame myself for trusting the Reds, the ones I thought were my family and the ones I could count on, but in reality, they are the cause of my misery.

I think back to the call with Cole before they took me away, he told me to stay where I was and that he would come... What a liar! He told me to run too, but it was too late. Why did he wait until the last minute? I shouldn't have listened to him, I screwed up again. Why did I hide in the corner? I'm so stupid! I should have gone out the window, but no, I think I'm so invincible of course I was going to fight them. Anyway, they wouldn't have been there if the guys had told me about David a long time ago. They were all aware and did nothing to stop him. All the secrets and lies. The guys had fooled me! I knew something was up. The door opens and Adam comes in with my meal of the day in his hand.

"You're awake, I see."

"Congrats, Sherlock."

He puts the meal in front of me so that I can eat. He unlocks the lock that kept me tied to the chairs but keeps my hands together in case I make another move to run away. I haven't eaten since yesterday, and my mouth waters at the sight of the food. They don't bring any utensils, I always need to eat with my hands. I finished it as quickly as it came, and Adam tied me back to the chair. I try to struggle against his grips, but he's stronger than me and I'm too weak to even fight him off, I'm useless.

"Save your strength, you'll need it," he says before going back to the door and leaving the room, leaving me alone once again. What did he mean? Why would I need all my strength? What's being prepared now?

Night falls, and the moon illuminates the inside of the room. It's been two weeks since I've been here, and I still don't know what David wants from me. Will he keep me here until I die? Will he simply kill me when he's had enough of me? What will it become of me? All of this makes me sick. I see the sun and then the moon. Every day's the same. I'm hungry, thirsty, and tired.

"Mi muñeca! You're still awake!"

I'm so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear the door opening. David approaches me, unlocks me from my chains, and unties my hands. I don't take my eyes off him, wondering what he's doing here at this time of the night, which doesn't sound good.

"Follow me", he says.

Unable to move, fear is passing through me. He takes my arm roughly and forces me to follow him to the mattress that's still on the floor.

"No. Not that!"

"Muñeca...." he begins. "You will do whatever I decide, you have no say in the matter."

He pushes me roughly onto the mattress and gets on top of me to keep me from moving. I'm feeling all his muscles contracting against my body.

"Let me go, you pervert!" I shout.

The sound of a slap on my cheek is heard across the room.

"Shut up! Do you want me to put something in your mouth to keep you from speaking too? I'm kind to have let you out of those chains, no? But maybe you like rough uhh muñeca?" He says this while rubbing his finger on my cheek, still warm from his slap. I hate being this exposed to him, so weak to even attempt something. Even my voice is starting to have difficulty since I've barely eaten. My strength is gone. I'm just a shadow of myself. Not even.