Bless Your Little Heart

SEVEN

He hasn't returned after he told me his plans. Hours have passed and the Sun had went down, evident from the darkness eating away at every inch of the room. My eyes had adjusted as I sat with my thoughts, my mind raced from everything I'd learned. It wasn't much but it was enough to shake me to my core

Sell me?

Who was he selling me to? Why would he sell me? Why me? These questions plagued my brain, hurting me more and more as I pondered deeply on each.

I cant believe this is my life, I felt at a loss for words. One minute I was shopping for my college dorm, ready to go take on the world as a young, confident, strong-willed woman. Now I sit disheveled, broken, and terrified. Terrified at my future, what's going to happen to me. I just wanted to badly to curl up in a ball and transport anywhere but here.

Resting my head on the wall behind me I stare at the large door standing across from me. Observing every scratch, crack, and dent scattered across. A pit formed in my stomach thinking of how most of the marks got there, but I pushed them away. Trying to save myself from more worry. The last thing K needed is more things to fear in this godforsaken place.

I'm surprised as I hear the lock clicking, not hearing him approach the door at any point. It slid open, the liner scraping the ground as it passed. A large bottle in hand, he stumbles slightly into the room, shutting the door behind him. He slowly waddles my way, almost tripping over his feet in the process. The smell of alcohol emitting from his presence.

He sits down in-front of me, sitting the bottle down beside him and pulls out his phone. Turning on the flashlight and turning it upside down. Letting a white glow travel around the room.

Silence filled the air, only the sounds of the liquor swishing in the bottle as he downed more and more. Nearly finishing it in two separate drinks.

He licks his lips, staring down at me with eyes eyes fixed on mine. A small huff escapes his lips, sitting the bottle back down to its resting place. "Madelyn I hope you don't take what I'm doing personally." He leans back on one arm, using the other to rub his tired eyes.

Take what personal? The fact he's going to sell me? The fact he kidnapped me and I'll never see anyone I love or care for again? Yea, totally won't take that personal.

I look at him with surprise on my face, confusion laced between. I don't understand how a man like him could be so evil, so vile, yet look like an angel sent from above. His eyebrows were furrowed together, his forehead wrinkled. His now messy brown hair laid against his forehead soaking up the sweat that trickled down.

I never answered him, I didn't really feel like having a conversation with someone who kidnapped me, let alone while they're drunk. But maybe I could use this as an opportunity to escape, he could let his guard down and maybe. Just maybe, I could get out of here.

"So why not let me go?" I shyly ask, acting as if I'm being kind and genuine. I had to step on eggshells around this man and his temper.

He continued to rub his eyes and a laugh escaped his lips, slowly bringing it down as he looked back at me. "We both know I can't do that Madelyn. I've got $500,000 waiting to be mine in six months for you." He took another swig of his drink, taking in less than before.

I sat scared before him, hearing a price being thrown out for ME. A human being terrified me, the fact someone was willing to buy someone who was taken, who was so vulnerable.

"Why so much?" I pushed him for answers, I might as well since he's giving me so much information willingly.

"Cartel love's beautiful women, and I can easily supply that." He speech was slurred as the alcohol absorbed into his bloodstream. He leaned back on both hands, letting his head fall back. I stare at his neck noticing a black mass peeking from his collar.

I stare trying to make out the blob, with no help from the flashlight as his collar blocked the light. Before I could say anything he answered for me "It's a tattoo for my mom." He uttered, not moving, "What is it?" I turn my head to try to get a better look of the picture, making out only the petal of a flower.

"It's nothing." He sternly responded, bringing his head up to look at me. Again staring deeply into my eyes, sending chills down my body. The familiar pit forming deep in my stomach.

I looked down trying to avoid his gaze, only for him to grab my face and bringing my eyes back to meet his. "You're mine for six months. So unless you want me to deflower you instead of those nasty cartel junkies, I'd quit with the innocent little looks. They turn me the hell on." His grip tightened on my face, my cheek still sore from his attack. I stayed silent, my mouth slightly agape as I stared into his eyes. Tears daring to fall as I fought hard to keep them at bay.

"I expect an answer baby." He pulled my face closer to his, his lips only inches away from mine, daring to touch from the proximity. My breath hitched as he stared down at me, making me feel so small and vulnerable. Mustering all the courage I had I slowly nodded my head. "Yes."

He gripped my face harder before letting me go, leaning back to his original position. Quietly gasping for air from the fear that had struck my body, I looked upon him to see him shaking his head laughing.

"Who am I kidding," He leaned back onto his elbow, bringing his eyes to look at my chest, my nipples hard from being exposed to the frigid air.

"I'll probably just do it anyways."

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Hehehe mystery man is a pos, I still haven't said his name for a reason but it'll come sooner than later ;) enjoy!

xoxo