Locked in chains

Chapter 15

POV Leila

5 days later

Every morning it's the same routine; I eat around noon, I take a shower once every two days if possible, and for the past few days, he has come to join me in the evening. My life stands to stay locked up and provide for this man's needs. I'm so numb from all of this.

It's been 7 days since he first touched me, and deep down, I knew it wouldn't be the last time, and I was right. I feel so violated and betrayed at the same time. I've even lost a few pounds due to the lack of food. I don't deserve this, and even less the betrayal of my family. Over the years, Marcus has become like a second father to me, but I was wrong, stupid to believe otherwise. I hate them for not telling me anything and leaving me in the hands of this psychopath. If I ever see them again, I'll make them taste my anger, if that's even possible. They will suffer as much as I've suffered. I endured these things because of them. These men sold me as if I was nothing, only good to be thrown away.

David just walked into the room with a coat in his hand and approached me. "Do you want to go outside for a walk?" he says, asking like I'm a fucking puppy. At the same time, I've never left this room since I got here, except to go to the bathroom, and even then it's next door.

"Yes."

The word barely comes out of my mouth, my throat is dry, and my voice is almost inaudible. My energy and strength left me at the same time as my dignity. This man in front of me is slowly destroying me, and I can't see myself living like this for much longer. The lack of sleep and food is taking a toll on me. He extends his hand and puts on the coat he has in his hand on my shoulders. He takes my wrist to lead us upstairs, to the first floor. Once there, I noticed that the walls were made of metal, and I understood that we were probably in a warehouse or a bunker. That explains the dirtiness and coldness of the room. He continues his way through the back door to take us outside, where there's a small swing, like the red one at home but this one is blue. Thinking about home gets me a bit emotional. I turn to him, surprised to see a swing here, I didn't think he was the kind of guy who would own one.

"I heard you like this."

I don't even look at him, I don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me happy about his gift. It's a nice gesture on his part, but I won't forget all the horrors he does to me in private. Despite everything, it warms my heart to know that there's something that reminds me of my old life, like an ancient memory of your old self to keep you going. He lets go of my hand and pushes me towards the swing with his other hand.

"You can go," he says.

"Wow, thank you for allowing me," I say sarcastically.

I free myself from his grip and sit on that stupid swing. I can feel the wind on my skin, and the freshness filling my nose. If I wasn't so weak, I would have found a way to leave, but my body has no strength left in it. Might as well enjoy this moment.

"That's enough for today," he says, holding onto the rope of the swing firmly.

"It's been 2 minutes, come on!"

"You don't want to make me angry, so I suggest you come inside right now."

I stand up and walk towards him to go back inside. He's right, I don't want to make him angry. Going through the hallway, I noticed that there were men in each of the rooms upstairs. They're watching us come in, and they're following us with their eyes until we're in front of the basement door. As we go downstairs, to the room, he stops in front of the bathroom door.

"Muñeca... you have been so kind these past few days," he says as he caresses my cheek with his finger. "Take a shower and make yourself beautiful, we're going out tonight."