It's been about ten days of the same routine, wake up, shower, make breakfast, get locked away in the cell, clean every surface exactly four times with the lavender scented spray, be hungry until Jagger gets home from being a teacher, make him dinner, eat, free time, sleep and repeat.
Every so often, something isn't cleaned right, and Jagger will get very mad. Last time I didn't wipe down the top of our brand new bookshelf well enough, and he beat me for it, I didn't get to eat for two days.
It's Thursday, and I'm reading the daily paper that Jagger brought me. On the front cover, "16 year old girl gone missing from her girlfriend's birthday party, all others missing as well, police have been silent, no leads have been found."
I toss the paper and go to sit on my sleeping bag next to Alessia, she lays her head on my shoulder and wraps her arms around me. Jericho pops out of the bathroom, "Did you hear that? I think Jagger is home, I heard the front door shut." He grabs Kit and Imani and we all stand against the wall, waiting.
The cell door unlocks and Jagger enters the basement , "Hello Jagger." We all say in unison. "Hello my children." He responds. He walks over to us and gives us a kiss on the cheek. I don't know how many times I've said this, but I hate anything touching my face, even my girlfriend, so you can imagine how much I suffered in the pandemic, even though I never got it.
Jagger gets to me and moves to kiss my cheek. I tense up and attempt to turn my head away, but he forcefully grabs my face, points it toward him and kisses me. I didn't even try to stop him, didn't try to say no, I just let him do that to me.
He goes around and checks every surface, apparently everything is clean today, he opens the door and leads upstairs. We hurriedly start getting the ingredients together for dinner. We make sure to wash our hands thoroughly. Once dinner is ready we sit down to eat, I make sure to pick the chair farthest from Jagger as always.
It's my turn to wash dishes. I make sure to spend time on each utensil, cleaning it perfectly. When I'm done I wash my hands and walk into the living room. I see Jericho, Kit, Imani, but not Alessia. I sit down on the couch and look over to them. "Where is Alessia?" I ask. Jericho shakes his head and looks at me, "Jagger took her to his room, they left a little while after you started the dishes."
Unexpectedly, I burst into tears, god knows what the fuck he's doing to her. Imani scoots my side and comforts me, trying not to touch me too much beyond a hug. Kit and Jericho beside me into a group hug, but it cannot comfort me.
*****
The clock says it's about 2 in the morning, the lock on the cellar door turns and a bloodied figure is shoved through the door. I sit up to find it laying on the floor. I get up as the door slams shut and turn the body over to reveal Alessia. She looks up to me and sobs. "Did he-." I can't finish my sentence, I know what he did to her, but I need her to confirm it. She looks up at me, "H-he raped m-me."
I pick her up and tuck her into her cot. I try to fall asleep, but it's 5:30 and we have to get ready. Once I'm showered, I ask the others to wait while I try to get Alessia up so she can shower. I help her up and strip her. She hobbles into the shower and I stand outside for her privacy. I get a flashback of how our life was before we were kidnapped.
*****
I'm washing the conditioner out of my hair when I hear the shower door slid open. A hand slips around my waist and lips are pressed against my neck. It was the morning after we had gotten drunk at a friend's house, yes it was illegal, but if we're being honest, no one gives a fuck.
Amalia had gotten really drunk, and I guess she was still wearing it off. I turn around and kiss her on the lips. Oh my god she was an amazing kisser. And we started making out, with tongues and all. And before we knew it, we were having shower sex.
*****
Alessia gets out of the shower and I help dress her, trying to ignore the cigarette burns on her back. I brush my teeth and apply a small amount of mascara. The cell door is unlocked and Jagger comes into the basement. "Hello Jagger." We say in unison.
And then out of nowhere, Alessia rushes past him, up the stairs and into the kitchen. All of us run upstairs and find her standing on the table, with a gun to her head.
I'm screaming and crying for her to stop, I hear the bang, see her body fall to the floor, the blood pool around her, and I scream, and scream.
YOU ARE READING
The Vanished
TerrorAlloe's first mistake was ignoring and blocking the message, her second was keeping it secret. She forgot all about it. She was invited to her girlfriend, Amalia's 15th birthday at her families private campsite. That's when things go horribly wrong.
