This story follows a young woman by the name of British whose mother was tragically murdered by sources unknown, this causes her to move back to Jamaica temporarily bringing back old flames she thought she already placed behind her.
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BRITISH SMITH|24
My eyes shot open almost instantly the second I felt my body regained consciousness. The room was dark and the floor was wet, not to mention the smell of moldy walls.
The Wattpad girls should have ate this up hoping that some Italian mafia man was about to walk in and demand that I fall in love with them.
Me personally? 365 Days traumatized the shit outa me. I just wanted to know why I was here with my hands tied behind my back as well as when they'd let me go.
If they'd let me go.
Fuck it— it's cold as shit in here and I've had enough!
"HELLOOOOOO THE FLOOR IS COLD IN HERE AND I'M FUCKING ASTHMATIC!"
Maybe aggression wasn't the best idea considering that my fate was in the hands of whoever kidnapped me but the floor started feeling wet and I think I saw a rat in the distance.
"HELLO!"
My stomach did a back flip when the door made a loud popping noise and then opened revealing a tall muscular man. "What is it sweetheart?"
"Guh sweetheart yuh mada."
Anger flashed across his face before he calmed and smiled at me, "If yuh neva worth sumn mi kill yuh." I wasn't sure what that was supposed to do to me in this very moment but it did nothing, I was too focused on the condition of the space I was in.
"Anno dat mi call yuh fah sir, who do I have to talk to about the condition of the place y'all have me. Inna ya nasty yuh fuck."
I complained and his eyebrows met in confusion, one thing bout me, I'm not gonna show I'm scared. Mommy neva raise nuh pussy.
"Bay mad gyal live inna Jamaica ya now to pussyclaat." He got up shaking his head and I assumed that he was going to call someone who I could ask to get me out of here.
In the moment I didn't notice but in the corner or my eye I saw I roach and for me that was it.
The room was as dimly lit and I could hardly see anything farther than two feet away so my mind ran wild with the possibility of more insects being in here with me. Why couldn't people hold hostages in better conditions?
