The kidnapping (English version)

Chapter 1

A sharp pain in my stomach woke me up, and I couldn't help but curl up into a small ball, moaning in pain. A second blow slammed me against the wall. Every day since I've been here, this person comes to see me, but not to check on me. Far from it.

As I tried my best to protect myself, he kept hitting me harder and harder. I've never seen anyone hit so hard. Not everyone can deliver such a powerful kick.

"...: How could he miss you? You don't even deserve to be born!"

This is the first time I've heard him speak, and he just confirmed my suspicions. I had a feeling I was kidnapped by a man. I just don't understand why he waited all this time to say a single sentence. He was talking about my father. I never understood what he wanted from him, and I probably never will.

"...: You deserve to die!"

"Then I don't understand why you haven't killed me already" I thought to myself. I was still curled up in a ball when I heard the door close. I opened an eye to look around, still afraid he might suddenly appear again. But nothing. "He's finally gone," I thought.
I allowed myself to cry silently; it's the only thing I can do here besides sleep. It's rare that I get something to eat, but when I do, it's not even the size of a normal plate, and it's disgusting.

I believe it's impossible to have a normal life because sooner or later, something or someone will turn your life upside down. I'm in a pretty good position to prove that.
I had a perfectly ordinary life before ending up here. I was a fifteen-year-old girl who went to high school like everyone else my age, just as normal as can be. I managed well in school and was the captain of the volleyball team.

Today, everything has changed. I don't remember how I ended up here, how this madman managed to kidnap me. I don't even know who he is. Probably a psychopath. Overnight, everything changed; I woke up in this basement where I'm mistreated every day. I haven't been raped, but every time I get beaten, I wish it was strong enough to end my life. This suffering never ends, and I'd rather be in heaven than here. It's been over a month since I was kidnapped. What a way to end one's life.

In my opinion, the worst part is not knowing if my loved ones are searching for me on the other side of these walls. The fear that they aren't doing anything to find me eats me up inside...

The sharp creak of the door made me jump. Despite that, I didn't move an inch. This madman grabbed me by the hair with such force that he lifted me off the ground.

"...: Follow me, you bitch!"

"I wonder who the real bitch is between the two of us," I thought. Once on my feet, he pushed me, ordering me to move. I did it without arguing.
My right knee hurt immensely, and I had trouble standing, but he didn't care that I looked like a beaten dog. We climbed several steps until we reached a room, which was the bathroom. The first question that crossed my mind was: Why is he bringing me here?

"...: You have ten minutes to get ready, no more, or I'll drag you out by force."

Before I even had time to turn around to see him, he pushed me inside and immediately closed the door.

Me: This guy is weird...

I didn't pay any more attention to it, and the only thing that mattered to me was taking a nice hot shower.
The contact of the hot water on my skin reminded me how relaxing it was. Even though my wounds burned and hurt, I already felt cleaner.
Since I only had ten minutes, I got out shortly after. I put on my clothes, and looking in the mirror was a big shock. The person I was before had disappeared. The old Cassy was no longer there. Before, I was of normal size and always made a good impression with my appearance, and today... I'm skinny, you can see the shape of my bones, my cheeks are hollow, I have a swollen eye from the blows received, and I have multiple cuts and wounds!