Little Lamb

5 ❦ thrust your fingers into me

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I faced the tub, in the quiet that followed. He stood behind me, his large figure looming over and I could feel the cold skin of his hand as he took my hands and bound them together again with rope that dug deep into the soft skin of my wrists.

I winced at the pain, my hair falling over my broken face and mascara running down my little bambi eyes. I now realized the poor fabric of my dress was halfway torn because how roughly they treated me, my bare panties showing right infront of their eyes.

The other man infront of the door, I could feel his eyes burning inside my skin I noticed a small devious smile crossed his lips. My stomach twisted.

How I wanted to crawl away out of embarrassment, the state I was in. I looked like a mess and I never look like a mess.
But there is no such a thing as a perfect victim and I could cry over and over again and they still wouldn't stop.

I'm their little captive, trembling damsel in distress.

Mr. kidnapper watched me silently, his eyes trailing over my form from behind as he tied the last knots on the rope just so tightly as if he wanted to hurt me.

A weak sound escaped my breath, so scared. Terror gripped me, every nerve alight in my body dreaded of what was about to happen.

Here in the familiar walls of my own bathroom, I was going to be drowned. The absurdity struck me, drowned in the place ment cleansing and safety. But I suppose there's a first time for everything.

He slowly leaned down to my level.
"Now that you're properly in place, I can get the information I need."

His hands took a grasp of the back of my hair. So tightly I cried out in pain. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. His grip on my hair was relentless, pulling me backward until my neck strained and my scalp burned. I could see the reflection of my broken self in the bathroom tiles,

"Tell me," he demanded, his voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "Where is the safe?"

My lips trembled, the words stuck in my throat. I couldn't tell him, wouldn't tell him, but the fear of what he might do next paralyzed me. I could hear it faintly, the man by the door lowly chuckled, a low, sinister sound that made my stomach churn.

"Come on Lola." my kidnapper taunted, yanking my hair even harder. "We don't have all night."

I bit my red lip to stifle a scream, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. The pressure of the rope around my wrists intensified with every movement, cutting deeper into my flesh.

The man by the door stepped closer, his eyes glinting. "Maybe she needs a little more... persuasion," he suggested.

What did he mean?

My kidnapper's mouth twitched. He released my hair, only to grab my chin with bruising force, forcing me to look up at him.
"Last chance. Where is it?"

My mind raced, trying to find a way out, but there was no escape. My heart pounded in my chest. I knew I had to stay strong, had to keep the secret safe, my stepfather would murder me and my mother. I couldn't risk it.

He let go of my chin, and for a brief moment, I thought there might be a sliver of mercy. But then his hands were on my shoulders, shoving me forward, my face inches from the tub's cold, ceramic edge.