This story is about an 18 year old girl whose name is McKenzie. Full name; McKenzie Baker. She grew up with somewhat loving parents. Her mother cared so dearly for her and so did her father...kind of. He neglected her but paid more attention to her...
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It has been days since I've been in this basement. No one has come down to check on me, feed me, or even give me anything to drink. Not Jayce, Lucas...not even Brooklyn.
I have been surviving been surviving with the leaking water coming from the pipes and into the metal bucket I've set under.
It's not the best kind of water for me to drink, but it's the best that I could work with. I was sitting next to the metal bucket, waiting for it to fill up again until I heard the basement door opening, followed by footsteps.
I pushed myself away and towards the corner, afraid of who was coming down the stairs. "Get up." A raspy voice said.
I shook my head no repeatedly, although I am dying to leave this basement. "I said get up!" They yelled and yanked me up by the arm.
I hissed and winced as they dragged me upstairs and my eyes immediately started hurting as they were exposed to the bright light. There was no light in the basement, it was pitch-black.
They turned out to be Lucas and that made me want to just go back to the basement and rot. "Let me go! I can walk on my own!!" I yelled at him as I tugged on my arm trying to free myself from his strong grip.
"I gave you a chance to get the fuck up and you denied, so you'll have to be dragged up the steps." He spat at me and once we made it all the way upstairs, he pushed me inside an empty room.
"You'll be staying here." He said and was about to walk out before I stopped him.
"W-where's Brooklyn?" I asked, shaking.
"She was sold off to my best friend, she's somewhere with him." He mugged me and I had to ask one more question. "Does your best friend live here?"
"Have I threatened you before?" He asked. How are you going to answer my question with a question?
I nodded my head, "there's your answer." He told me and with that he walked out, slamming the door behind him.
Oh. Kay.
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It's been an hour since I've been out the basement. I've explored my room. I have a bathroom with a shower in one corner and a tub in the other. My bathroom sink is huge, my mirror above the sink being the same size.
My whole bathroom is made of black marble with gold streaks and gold-like lighting. It was gorgeous. I also gave myself a tour of my walk-in closet. My closet was just as fabulous as the bathroom.
The dressers were black, and I had a chandler in the middle of the closet room and a white rug with a little black sofa. I was absolutely thrilled.
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My dad gave me the most basic room ever on purpose. My room was beautiful when we first moved, but he quickly changed up every little thing.
No shade to the middle class because I have so much respect for them as I wish I was middle class myself, but he gave me a bedroom for middle class. I had a small double-sized bed, a regular closet and a bathroom. Thats it.
It wasn't too bad, but every time I'd set foot in the other bedrooms, I'd immediately felt a wave of jealousy.
I was getting hungry all over again and curious about where Brooklyn could possibly be, so I decided to leave this room finally. I opened the door and peaked my head out to make sure no one was there. Of course, there were some guards as expected, but what wasn't expected was their reaction when they saw me.
"Hey, you! Get back in there!" One of them yelled and charged at me.
"What the fuck?!" I yelled out, and ran down the stairs, almost tripping on air from running too fast.
I ran all around the living room then the dining room. That's when I finally made it to the kitchen, still not paying any attention to where I was going. "Get back here before I shoo-" The guard yelled but was quickly stopped when I bumped into a muscular body. Bloody hell.
Hehehe, that's Lucifer's line. It's a great Netflix tv show and has taught me a lot even if it seems "demonic".
I looked up at the figure I bumped into, and I saw Lucas looking down furiously at me. I cursed under my breath, and he shoved me to the side and looked at the guards who were shivering.
"Why are you morons chasing her?!" He raised his voice; his veins were popping out of his neck.
"S-she left the r-r-room." He stuttered, his eyes flickering at me than back at him.
"You moron! She fucking lives here. I never told you fucking jackasses that she couldn't leave the fucking room! I said she couldn't leave the premises of the house!" He yelled, getting slightly closer to them. With every step he took, the guards shook more and more.
"Get the fuck out my face." All the guards ran from out of the kitchen like a stampede and soon disappeared out of sight. He turned and looked at me, his eyes filled with fury.
His biceps flexing, his jaw clenching and unclenching, his eyes staring up and down at me slowly. He strolled slowly over to me, and I backed up, but my back was greeted by the refrigerator.
He leaned down to my ear and whispered softly, "next time let someone know that you're leaving that room." His husky voice whispered seductively, and I squeezed my legs together to stop the wetness in-between my legs.
I wanted to nod, but something wouldn't allow me to. He noticed my reaction and squeezed my ass hard as hell and I whimpered. I wanted so badly to push him off me, but it was like a switch inside me switched off and suddenly, I didn't want too anymore.
"Get whatever you're down here for and find your way right back in that room." He looked at my lips and they were beginning to get dry, so I licked them. Seeing this, he smirked and pulled away from me before he walked away. I released a deep breath that I didn't even realize I was holding. I turned to open the refrigerator and grabbed a quick snack constantly thinking about what just happened.
