Andrea
Three months later
"Wake up, girl."
The same shooting pain shot through my head that I had grown accustomed too, as Finn banged on the door with the heel of his boot. The after effect of the concussion I had suffered from the night before.
I reached up, feeling the dried-up blood that caked my hair, along with the giant goose head on the back of my skull from being hit with the butt of Carlos' pistol. I looked around at the four stone walls, I had called home for the past three months. Although it was the furthest thing from the home I remembered.
At this point, I was just thankful to be alive.
Everyday was the same. I would stay in these confines of these four walls. Only being allowed out to use the restroom, which was conveniently directly across from the room they kept me in. I had no way of truly knowing though. I was blindfolded anytime; I left the room. Even if I was just going to the restroom.
"Hey, did you hear me. Up!" he said a bit more aggressively through the door.
Finn was a tall beefy man. He was as asshole, taking pleasure in the pain he inflicted on me. He clearly got a rise out of causing me pain. The cuts and bruises across my body evidence of that.
I turned around on my bed to face the door. Finn stood against the door, his eyes peering through the bars. His face the only thing I can physically see.
"Where am I going?" I ask, confusion rolling over me.
Finn chuckled, "We're leaving." My eyes widened, his answer surprising me. "That's right, your highness. Time to go." I stared up at him, confusion sweeping across my beaten body. Where did he expect me to go like this? It was obvious from the bump on my head that I was in no way, or in any shape to move.
Or be moved for that matter.
I had spent the last three months, being beaten to an inch of my life. And now he expected me to just waltz right out of here? I couldn't, and I wouldn't no matter how bad I hurt. I wasn't about to go quietly for anyone.
I did my best to sit up, my body sore and bruised; ready to defend myself.
"I'm not going anywhere." I mustered up all the strength I had to speak. I was severely dehydrated and weak. My body screaming as one or more of my broken rips, caused me pain from the quick movement. "Fuck you."
Finn, hated me.
More than the other two guards that were on rotation to keep watch. As if I could do anything in a room with no windows and only one way out. I preferred Jasper, who would at least only drug me when he was told to do so. And actually, look guilty after he would smack me across the face. Finn, would drug me for the pure joy of not having to hear my mouth, as he would beat me senseless.
"Always so feisty. I love it." He smiled a toothy grin, causing my stomach to churn. "Are we going to do this the easy way or am I going to have to break a couple fingers this time. You know how much it turns me on hearing you're bones crack."
The sick bastard.
I shook my head, knowing damn well I was going to lose this fight. It would just be easier if I gave in and just did what he said. Even though I hated being drugged, not knowing where or what they were doing with me. I knew I was helpless at the moment.
"Fine." I snapped back at him, the anger I felt fueling my adrenaline. Giving me a brief moment of relief from the agony. I stood from the mattress that laid on the floor, moving towards the door. "I thought you would see it my way, your highness." I heard the door unlock, my mind mentally preparing for what came next.
