Betrayed by Trust

Chapter 13-

Days turned into weeks as Demi remained trapped in the bedroom, her life reduced to the confines of the single room. She spends most of her time trying to find a way out, break free from her confinement, but every attempt is in vain. And every time she tires, she's reminded of how completely powerless she is in this situation.

She grew more and more desperate as the deafening silence continued. Even though she knew it was no use, she found herself constantly calling out, pleading for someone to hear her. With no response coming from the outside world, the days began to blur together.

Eventually she stopped calling out, realizing that her efforts were in vain. All that was left was the sound of her own breathing in the empty room, with no clue as to how long she'd be trapped like this.

Meanwhile, Rowan carried on with their own life, going about their business, completely unbothered by Demi's plight.

As more weeks went by, Demi's situation became ever more dire. She was left alone, trapped in the silent room with nothing but her thoughts for company. The isolation was driving her to the brink all while Rowan was living their life like the torment of Demi meant nothing to them.

Her phone rings and her eyes immediately go to her phone. The sound of it ringing seems almost surreal in the weeks of silence. Her heart races as she fumbles for the phone, not knowing who could be calling after so long, but only silence was met on the other end of the call.

Demi's heart sinks at the sound of the silence on the other end of the call. She tries calling out, hoping to get some sort of response from whoever is on the other end.

"H-hello? Is... is anyone there? Please... Answer me..."

The person on the other end laughed at how desperate Demi was sounding. Her face twists in disgust as the person on the other end of the line laughs at her desperation. It feels like mockery, a cruel reminder of how helpless and reliant on Rowan she's become.

She tries to muster up some of her old bravado, trying to cover her desperation with anger and pride.

"Who is this... Stop playing these stupid games and answer me!"

"Oh dear, pleading won't help you just like it didn't help me"

Demi wanted to protest, but their words struck a nerve. She's been reduced to begging like a dog, desperately pleading for anything- food, human connection, a way out. The realization of her own helplessness makes her bite back tears, and she snarls angrily into the phone, trying to hide her desperate shame.

"Stop... Stop mocking me! I'm not pleading, damn it!"

The voice taunted her in a mocking tone, "You're going to die in that room."

Demi's heart sinks when their mocking words hit home. The thought of dying in this room, alone and abandoned, is suddenly all too real and terrifying. She tries to ignore the fear coursing through her, tries to fight back the tears that are threatening to spill over.

"You-you're bluffing... You wouldn't just leave me here to die... You... you're bluffing."

"Maybe... Maybe not. That's for me to decide and you to find out."

Demi's fear turns into anger as their taunting hits home. She can't stand the idea of being nothing more than a toy for them to torment and discard at will. She snarls into the phone, her voice thick with anger and frustration.

"You... you bastard, you can't do this! You can't just keep me here like this and treat me like some pawn in your sick little game!"

"Why not? You did."

Demi wanted to shoot back with a clever response, to try and deny the truth in their words, but she knew it would have been a lie. The harsh realization that she put them through the same torment hit her like a ton of bricks, and guilt and shame gnawed at her from the inside.

She falls silent for a moment, struggling with the mixture of emotions that their words brought to the surface.

"I... I did do this to you. Didn't I..."

"Yep, and you want to know what's funny, Demi? I don't feel an ounce of guilt. You are going to die in there and I don't feel guilty. In fact, I think you deserve it for putting me through hell."

Her eyes widened at Rowan's cold, unfeeling response. It hurt like a knife to the heart to hear them speak without any hint of remorse. She wants to protest, to argue, but the truth in their words is undeniable.

"You... you don't feel guilty? You think I deserve to be here, rotting away, with no one to even call for? You... you really think that lowly of me...?

"Oh, don't go throwing yourself a pity party now. Of course, I think that lowly of you. I think you deserve to rot and then rot in hell."

Their words hit like a punch to the gut. Demi's heart clenches in her chest as she listens to the cold, hateful words coming out of their mouth. She had known that you were angry with her, that you resented her for putting them through hell, but hearing them say it like that still stung like a thousand knives.

"You... you really hate me that much, huh?

"This is the last time I will ever contact you again, enjoy hell, bitch."

"W-what? No, wait-!"

Demi's desperate pleas ring out as she hears them getting ready to hang up. The realization that they were going to leave her alone again, to rot and suffer in the room, makes her panic rise into her throat.

"Don't go, please... Don't leave me alone here again..." But it was too late, Rowan already hung up.

Panic and desperation fill Demi as the phone goes dead in her hands. The silence of the room closes in again like a vice, leaving her once more alone in the empty room. The realization that Rowan was gone, that they were leaving her completely abandoned, sends a wave of hopelessness through her.

She throws the phone across the room in anger, the tears that had threatened to spill over before finally breaking free and streaming down her cheeks.