Remembering me

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My name is Audrey Harrison as much as I can remember ...more like what i was told
I was kidnapped a year ago and brought here.

To live for the rest of my life..

I don't know why.

I dont remember anything.

I just remember him.

He said he saved me.

That i should be grateful.

The birds chirping as the sunlight peaks through my room curtain as i twist uncomfortably in my bed. 

Due to the btuises on my body from the events that occured last night

Ames

He was drunk last night and i so happned to be wondering around the house while the others were asleep.

Though he warned me not to leave my room at night, i couldnt help due to the need to quench my thirst.

Flashback...

I crept down the stairs gently as possible trying to not make noise.

A few others were awake but most were already asleep.

I reached the kitchen on the east wing and opened the frige as gently as possible.

Until i heard screaming coming from upstairs..

It was Ames

He was yelling at his men

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU  CANT FIND HER?!" he yelled

Perhaps he was looking for me?

No shit Audrey

I got so  scared  his voice sounded drunk he slurred his words.

I realized i was screwed when i felt someone harshly grab my arm.

It was  him

He pressed me against his chest while gripping my jaw.

"Didn't I tell you not to leave your room after night?"

His voice sounded unusually calm and raspy.

I stared at him with shock and fear while nodding.

I thought he was calm until i was tossed onto the floor harshly.

He began to kick me on the ground

Over

Over

Over

Over  again

I felt a burning pain on my side.

I dare not make a sound because he likes it when im in pain

He likes me weak and venerable.

He then got on top of me  and gripped the side of my jaw.

Then proceeded to violently kiss me

"When i tell you do something you do it understood?"  He said between the kiss

Without hesitation, i nodded my head in response

"Words." He said through gritted teeth.

"Yes."

"Good girl."

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