MINE

Oh fuck!

KYRA

I step out of the office building, the rain pouring down, soaking me instantly. Cursing softly, I realize I'm already running late. The thought of my father's anger tightened my chest. Glancing at my watch, I quickened my pace, navigating through the crowded streets, trying to avoid the puddles. The neon lights reflect off the wet pavement, casting an eerie glow on the dark alleys. Thoughts of the consequences of my tardiness race through my mind as I rush home, each step echoing my growing anxiety. The distant rumble of thunder adds urgency to my steps as I push myself to reach the safety of my home before my father's wrath descends. The rain falls steadily, mirroring the turmoil in my mind, creating a sense of foreboding. Turning the corner onto my street, the sight of my house ahead brings a mix of relief and apprehension. The closed door hints at the storm brewing inside. With a deep breath, I prepare myself for what lies beyond, my hand trembling slightly as I reach for the doorknob. The click of the lock seems to reverberate in the night's silence as I enter, ready to face the consequences of my late return.

"Where were you?" I hear my father's voice before I see him. "At work."
I said as I headed towards my room. "Pack your bags." My father's voice stopped me or, rather, his words. What? "Where?" I asked as I slowly turned to face my father. "Somewhere, just hurry up and pack your bags." my father answered vaguely. Ughh how i want to strangle him. "Please just tell me where." I pleaded with him. "OK, I'll tell you since you won't be here anymore. I'm selling you off to pay my debt." He said it so casually I almost missed it. After a second, I registered what he said and said, "What? No, I won't go anywhere with you. You're just ruining my life for your selfish reasons."

In the blink of an eye, my father's hand struck me with a brutal force, his voice low and charged with danger as he commanded, "Go and pack your bags this very moment, or suffer the consequences." I wanted to tell him to fuck off but with years of abuse from him, my body just follows his demands.

The sharp sting of his hand against my cheek leaves a searing mark, a painful reminder of the bond shattered by his betrayal. Despite the fear that threatens to engulf me, I summon the courage to stand my ground, defiance burning bright within my heart. As I obediently gather my belongings, a quiet resolve takes hold, a silent promise to myself to resist and fight back against the chains of captivity. Each item carefully placed in my bag becomes a symbol of my strength, a testament to my will to defy the fate imposed upon me. In the depths of my mind, a plan begins to take shape, a strategy to turn the tables on my captor and make his life a living torment. With every heartbeat, I steel myself for the battle ahead, ready to confront the darkness with a blazing determination to reclaim my freedom and assert my worth. The room reverberates with unspoken defiance, a silent declaration of my unwavering spirit in the face of adversity.