Camila Davis lives with her little brother Caleb. One night she goes to the store and on her way back get's her and her brother in big trouble that changes both of their lives.
Silas King, the leader of one of the most dangerous mafias was out with...
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Two weeks.
I have been locked in here for two whole weeks. Fourteen whole days. Three hundred and thirty six whole hours.
Every few hours they come and give me a plateful of food and a glass of water. I've been counting. I think I'm going crazy here, counting every second, every minute, every hour.
Silas hasn't been here once. Only those same two guards and Aisha.
Aisha feels bad for me. She came to see how I was doing and noticed my broken fingers, my dried blood and the scratch marks on the walls. She promised to get me out of here but I don't believe her.
I don't believe anyone anymore. Not even a little bit.
I wonder what Caleb is doing. He's probably eating cereal and drinking milk like he always does or playing video games.
I look at the ceiling.
That kid deserves everything in this world. Every single damn thing.
I hope he found his way home safe. To his warm soft bed after a hot shower.
I would kill for a shower. I feel so dirty and it's making me anxious. Feeling the oil when I touch my hair and smelling the sweat and dry blood on my skin.
It's disgusting.
"Would you agree on talking to me today?"
My eyes snap to the direction of the voice.
Aisha.
"I would appreciate if you just say a word, any word."
I stay silent, like I always do when she comes to ask me that same question.
"Come on Camila, you have to speak at some point," she sits down right next to me on the dusty ground. "Why not now?"
She's so convincing that I almost speak up. I almost tell her how fucked up this whole thing is. How they just left me down here with pervs shouting nasty things at me. How I have been here with cuts on my knuckles, broken bones and dust filled lungs.
"Alright listen, I know that what we did to you was unacceptable but try to understand," Aisha's eyes connect with mine. "We couldn't just let you go, it was too risky, Silas has his reasons which you won't understand, nobody does."
"I promise that after you help us with the things we need your help with, you will be free."
That sentence makes me think about it all over again. I would be free. I would be with Caleb, living a normal life again.
But only if I help the criminals who kidnapped me and Caleb. The chances of me dying is a huge risk to take.
Fuck it, it's better than not trying at all.
"Fine, I'll help."
Aisha look surprised. "Wait really?"
I nod and she grins so widely I'm worried that her cheeks will rip open. She grabs my hand and pulls me up. Well tries to at least.
