✧ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 (𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍) ✧
When I was six I was kidnapped and taken away from my family for seven months. Thirteen years later and I have little to no memory of who had taken me. Ever since then my father has been severely ov...
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| Chapter 15 | Final Warning
MY THIGH STILLburned from where he had his hand. Even though they were long gone I could still feel the imprints of his fingers when he dug them into my skin.
They had left around ten, maybe even thirty minutes ago and I have yet to move from my position.
There's no telling what time it actually is seeing as I don't have a clock or a phone.
My phone.
After they had left the room I couldn't bring my body to move, so I did a sweep of the room and took note of certain things. Like the lamps on the bedside tables and picture frames hanging on the walls that could be used as weapons. The two doors that I presume lead to a bathroom and a closet, and the red light blinking on the security camera in the corner of the massive bedroom.
They're watching me.
The thing that stuck out to me the most though was my bag. They left it sitting in on the small sofa in front of the fireplace on the left side of the room. If my phone was in there I could get Papà to track my location. Just telling him I'm in Russia wouldn't be enough, but I know without a doubt if I did he would tear apart the country looking for me.
Gathering myself up off the bed I make my way across the room and towards my bag. Knowing they're watching me has my legs shaking slightly. I try my hardest not to look at the camera in the corner of the room. Either way they're watching me and there's nothing I can do about that, so staring at the camera and letting them know that I know they are watching me won't do me any good.
The likelihood of my phone being in my bag is very low but it's worth a shot.
My feet hit the cold wooden floor and I make a mental note to go check what I assume to be the closet for socks, but I won't be changing like they asked me to. I can decide for myself whether or not if I want to change, and if I do, it'll make them think they could order me around.
