Kidnapped

Help?

I wake up screaming. Another nightmare about that awful punishment. It's been 3 and a half weeks. The nightmares don't stop. The memories flow through me and put me in constant agony. Daryl hasn't hit me since that day. So I'm okay physically. Emotionally, I'm a wreck. He stopped tying me up. I have the freedom to walk around. But the door stays locked, always. I look around for an escape. I look every day. There is never anything but looking gives me hope. I see something glint under the table. That wasn't there yesterday. I pick it up and wipe the dirt off. My phone! He must have dropped it this morning!!! I turn it on and quickly discover that I have no bars. I remember I am underground so I stand on top of the only chair in the room. I hold my phone up to the ceiling. One bar! That one bar sends the feeling of extreme joy up my spine. I dial 911 and put it on speaker. Pulling it down to my ear to talk might result in a lost bar. I turn the volume down so if Daryl is around, he won't hear the operator asking me questions. It rings twice and a woman answers. I tell her all my information. "What is your location ma'am?" Oh shit. In a rushed tone I respond, "I don't know! All I know is that I'm in a cabin in the middle of the woods!!" She tells me they will track the cell phone and send officers immediately. She asks me to stay on the phone. I hear Daryl's footsteps on the stairs. I quickly say "he's coming I have to go! He will kill me if he finds out!" I turn the phone completely off and put it in the exact same spot I found it. I sit in the chair to hide the footprints. Daryl walks in and looks at me like always. He puts a plate of food on the table and walks out. That's weird, he usually talks to me... I hear a bang on the door upstairs. "Open up its the police!" I jump up and start to bang on the basement door. I hear Daryl answer the door and talk in a calm tone as if nothing is wrong. I scream for help at the top of my lungs. I hear the police ask to check the house. Daryl lets them in and they start to search. This causes me to bang and scream even louder. They run down the steps and demand him open the door. He opens it and they rush in grabbing me. I feel their grips loosen. I look up and they both fall on me heavily. I notice blood. Oh no. Oh god no. He stabbed them. Both. My last chance of survival was just brutally murdered in front of my eyes. Daryl bends down and picks up the phone. "I heard you on the phone with the police. I armed myself with a knife to be ready when they came. You may think you can get out of here, but you never will." He bends down to my ear and whispers. "You are mine, Nala. Don't you ever forget that." The way he snarls his words makes me shiver. He leaves and shuts me in again. I've been here for 4 months. I never expect to escape. This is my home now. I cry myself to sleep.
Hey guys! Schools out for summer so I'll update more! I promise! I tried to make this one longer for you guys. Im so sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoyed. Kisses- Fritz💋