𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐍.𝐎 | ᥫ᭡

16

02/04/24 - 02/11/24
tw:kidnapping, slight sa mentions and things of that nature

8:00 pm
melena was woken up by the song 'Killing Me Softly With His Song' by Fugees blasting on a speaker and her handcuffs being tightened and dragged through out the basement.

melenas life for the past two months has contained of scheduler feeding times, being handcuffed to a weight that's chained to a bed, she felt dirty overall.

she still felt so dirty despite the fact her capturer would bathe her every 4 days, depending on her behavior. if she talked back, didn't cooperate, didn't eat, cried, etc.

only thing he wanted melena to do was act like his doll. he often put her in certain positions to take polaroid pictures of her and pinned them on the walls in her room.

the man bathed melena as she zoned out and stared at the tiles. she'd previously counted every tile during a different bath, this time, she just focused on the cracks between them, comparing them to things that looked similar.

the multiple shrooms she was forced to take was beginning to kick in as she heard the sounds of rain on the window become distorted and watched the tiles start to look like they were sliding off of the walls.

as the man rung out the wash cloth on melenas back, she felt the hot water glide over her shoulders and only her chest. even though she had been sitting in the water for around 10 minutes, the temperature still made her shiver and straighten her back.

her knees were to her chest and she locked her hands around them. melena felt so vulnerable and she hated it. she hated how this man had so much power over her no matter how much she fought back. once she realized his strength, she just stopped and let him take control over her, knowing there was nothing she could do about it.

as the song came to an end, the man stood up to grab the shower head. he then began to wash her hair while singing the same song after it turned off. lena tilted her head back so that shampoo wouldn't get in her eyes as he lathered it.

he had a tight grip on her hair and it made her nervous. she hated when he grabbed, pulled, touched, smelled, or even stared at her hair for a long amount of time.

"i can't believe you had on a wig when you first came to me. you natural hair is far to beautiful for that." he had an extremely deep voice with a thick Hatian accent.

his voice sounded warped and she stared to feel like she wasn't really in her body. it felt like she was watching herself from 3rd person and she hated it. it made her feel fake, she felt like an experiment.

"i just gave you a compliment..." he grasped her hair tightly, "what do you say in return, huh?" it took her a moment to comprehend what he said, once she understood, she gulped before forcing herself to speak.

"thank you" melena croaked out, blinking slowly as her eyes started to water. "you're so welcome, pretty girl" he praised her, wiping his hand across her forehead to her cheek.

as he washed her hair, she just sat there, in her own mind, tuning him out. he dryed her body and her hair and carried her back to the bed, where he'd take off her hand cuffs and tighten the chain around her waist.

he went upstairs to make her everyday dinner, chicken and waffles. while he was gone, she stared at her hands, she counted each crease in her hands, comparing them to each other as she waited.

the man came back and sighed. "we're out of batter. im going to the store, ill be back in about an hour or two." he said, walking towards her making her scoot to the corner of the bed. "stay right here, pretty girl" he stated lowly, kissing melenas forehead before walking out.