Apocalypse Now

Chapter 33: Cult of Personality

Thanks again for the niceness
Anyway...so this chapter is nowhere near as dark as the last. Yay! Don't think I could write another chapter like that and didn't want to put any of you through that again lol. I listened to one song on repeat for... I'm not sure how long "Make it Rain by Ed Sheeran" Its really beautiful. Also love the title this chapter...another good song ;)
Ok I've rambled enough...on with the chapter...Enjoy!

Its been nine days. Nine. Nine long fucking days in this place, since they took me. The majority of my time had been spent in the basement. I probably had grown more anaemic, I thought to myself. I'd hardly been out of the basement except to use the bathroom and have a shower. Or if Kane summoned me, which hadn't been too often. He had left the talking up to Luke mostly. Those were my only exceptions. And I had an escort the entire time, Kane's pet. She had glared nothing but daggers at me. It seems I pissed her off and she was on the outs with Kane. I noticed he had been less handsy with her. Which I can't say didn't make me feel smug. Glad someone else gets to enjoy the misery too! And I was to blame apparently. Sure it was me who tried to escape and she was meant to be watching me at the time. But it wasn't all my fault. Take some fucking responsibility! She still knelt at his side most of the time but you could see the tension between them. Again I was feeling smug as a motherfucker!

I had directed all my anger inwards about the situation, which can't be good. But I knew if I let it out I would end up either back in the chains or dead. My last escape attempt had gone horribly wrong and I had suffered through three and half days of beatings and abuse. The goal was to break me and make me submit to their idiotic ideology. Maybe if they had come out with power-point presentation or a free holiday, maybe I would have been more convinced. As opposed to kidnapping, sorry trade.

Chris bought me most of my meals, which I was thankful for. He seemed to have warmed up to me, only ever so slightly though. He was cautious when he spoke now. I knew I could see something there though, I just needed to break past his wall he had up. I'm sure he was only being cautious because of Kane and possibly the other men. If he upset the balance or the mission, they wouldn't hesitate to kill him. And I needed him alive.

Luke had been on me like a pit-bull and I had cried every day and multiple times during those three days. I let all my fear show because that was what he wanted. I swear he got off on more often than not. But I knew if I stayed my stubborn stoic self I would still be chained up and then dead. So I had cried and pleaded and said sorry, I wasn't sure how many times. Now I say he did the talking, well he did, but most of the time there wasn't talking, it was him inflicting his cruel form of punishment onto me. He'd had me writhing in pain for pretty much the entire three days. I'd only had small amounts of rest, because either my body was so exhausted or I had been woken violently to him hitting, kicking or slapping me. He'd made sure to keep all his blows to where I was covered with clothing, except for the one bruise on my jaw he given when he first locked me up. He'd say 'don't wanna hurt that pretty little face of yours' right before he inflicted pain somewhere else on my body. He only hit my face that one time. I was sure underneath my clothes I was ten shades of black and blue. I tried not to look when I had washed, just washing as quick as I could and wincing every time I moved or touched a fresh bruise. I knew the state my body was in, I didn't need to see it. I could feel it and that was more than enough.

I was breaking. Falling further into the rabbit hole. I kept thinking of my family. Trying to hold onto the hope. But the longer I stayed in the basement I felt my resolve slipping.

Smack!

A fist collided with my ribs, making the chains clang under the struggling of my limbs and trying to double over, to force myself into a fetal position. But the shackles restricted me.