Aren't you scared of becoming a slave to freedom?
As a 17 year old girl whose mother abused her, Naomi has never known what freedom is, only dreamt of it. But now it's her only constant thought. For her, freedom slowly becomes a drug, something she...
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*Rumbling of a vehicle* My eyes flutter open and involuntarily close themselves, as they are blinded by the light coming from the outside world. I let out a soft moan and leave my eyes closed.
Everything feels so numb. I can barely lift my finger without having to quit and let it drop back down.
Maybe I should wait this out... It wouldn't hurt to wait a few more minutes before seeing what hell my mother threw me into, right? Funny how I was the one who'd told her she'd go to hell but look at me now, with a one way ticket to that very place.
I relax my body and start my wait.
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After what seems like hours, I'm finally starting to feel the numbness fade away. With it fading away everything comes to me in a wave. Loud voices bombard my ears while in the background is the faint rumbling of a vehicle. My body is also regaining its feeling now and it's aching badly.
My head feels like it's been shoved into a wall multiple times and my ears feel like they're about to bleed, the rest of my body is just aching and continuously throbbing in different places. My stomach is also aching, it feels like it's about to eat itself.
Agh, when was the last time I ate?
I sigh internally, it's fine I'll survive. As for my ears, I guess the sudden rush of noise must've shocked their drums or something, but as for the rest of my body I don't know why it's aching.
I push aside the aching in my body and focus all of my attention on one task. Attempting to move the said body. First we start small, I think to myself. I focus on the index finger on my left hand and try to lift it up. And ... it's up.
Now for the whole hand. Okay, I'm able to move it from side to side, I think proudly to myself. I try this with my feet and legs, until I'm satisfied. Although the movements were subtle and small, at least they give me an idea of how well my body can move.
When my ears adjust to the noise, I start making out the voices around me and they're all female? Aren't they supposed to be the men who took me?
Flabber sticks. I think it's time for me to finally see my new hell. I slowly open my eyes and start taking in the scene before me. It looks like I'm on a bus.
