Their Obsession

Chapter 5

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*
A loud noise startles my father as he stops wailing on my fragile body that dangles loosely from the rusty chains that are clamped around my small wrists, raising me from the floor. His head whips around, staring up the old wooden stairs towards the heavy front door that the banging came from.
A small flash of hope enters my mind, thinking maybe, just maybe someone knew, someone was here to help. However, this quickly fades as my father looks back at me with an indescribable smirk resting upon his face, obliviously knowing exactly who this mystery individual is.
I gulp harshly as he places the torture objects onto the small table that holds his equipment and begins walking up the old and creeky wooden stairs at a slow pace, almost as if to torture my mind as it runs wild of the possibilities this could lead to.

I hear the heavy door be forced open by my father, a deep male voice on the outside chatting happily with my father, obviously knowing the extent of what painful experiences i am having in the basement.

'Its now or never' i silently think, attempting to persuade myself to follow through with my plan, knowing the endless possibilities i could end up in if i dont take any action immediately.

I gather up the courage and harshly clang the old rusty shackles together, making them break slightly due to the stress they have been under all these years.
I maneuver my thin wrists from the broken shackles, thanking god that my father was so engrossed in his conversation that he was unable to hear the loud noises that were occuring.
I hit the floor with a small thud, practically face planting in the dark red liquid underneath me due to the weakness that coats my body.
I look up towards the only small window that is in the room, knowing it was my only opportunity to leave this life and no matter how weak my body felt, i still had to follow through, i still had hope.
I run as best i can towards the faded window and fling my body upwards, gripping onto the dusty ledge as best as possible with dust now coating my fingers. I slide the glass away from me, revealing the pitch black sky and wet grass as i almost silently thank my father for the lack of nutrients whilst locked in this torture shack, allowing my thin body to squeeze though the small opening.

I silently scream at myself to lift my limp body from the ground, hearing the loud stomping of my fathers feet down the wooden stairs, knowing he will immediately realise the situation.
I scramble to me feet and take off running as fast as possible, feeling the soft breeze blowing my short hair backwards out of my bloody face, allowing me to navigate the pathway that leads away from that death trap.
My body practically leads itself in a certain direction, knowing exactly where i want to go.

Mapi's POV
I flop my exhausted body on the light grey sofa, the fatigue in my muscles obvious as they scream at me, aching in discomfort.
I look over to my left, seeing the pain that covers my lovers face as a singular tear drops from her eye, quickly wiped away, hiding the sadness that she feels in her heart.

I rush to my feet and squat down infront of Alexia as more tears fall down her beautiful face, creating a small stream that aches my heart.
"Dont cry my love, we have done all we can, we will find her" i whisper in her ear as i stand up, wrapping my arms tightly around her as she sobs quietly into me, feeling defeated.
"W-we let h-er d-down" she stutters into my t-shirt, the muffled words upsetting me.
"Dont say that my love, we have exhausted ourselves searching to find her, its her turn now" i softly say to her, hopefully allowing her to notice that its not her fault and that the small girl left on her own accord.
"How about we go to sleep sweetheart" i say to her as i lift her into my arms, not giving her an option in the matter.
She begrudgingly agrees, knowing i am speaking the truth, no matter how hard she attempts to not accept it.

I gently lower her onto the soft mattress, bringing the comfortable duvet over the top of her and lean down, pressing a small kiss to her forehead, allowing her to relax for the night.
I walk over towards the opposite side of the bed, sliding quietly underneath the duvet and closing my eyes, allowing sleep to take over me.

*Bang* *bang* *bang*
A loud thudding makes my eyes shoot open as my first instinct is to look over towards my parter, noticing she is looking directly at me, a look of fear flashing across her eyes.
I whip the large duvet from my body and walk quickly towards the bedroom door, slowly opening it as to not make a noise.

*Bang* *bang* *bang*
I hear again, noticing the loud banging coming from the opposite side of the door. I gulp harshly, almost scared of the situation, given the time of night. I look at the wooden panel, knowing looking through the peephole is the best option.
I walk towards the door silently and go on the tip of my toes, looking through the one way glass, only to see the darkness of the night on the opposite side.

I open the door to feel a cold breeze hit me directly in the face as i now sense a feeling of calmness overcome me.
I step back to close the door, only to double take, seeing a figure slump next to my door, their body to weak to hold up as it leans against the cold bricks.
I look closer as my heart sinks, knowing exactly who the figure belongs to.
"Y/n..."