Family

FORTY-NINE

TW Violence

PAST || Alfonzo

TW Violence

"Ninety-nine." I whisper hoarsely.

The whip hits my back again, it's deafening sound echoing in the dark, damp room full of my blood, vomit and faeces.

"One hundred." The chains holding me upright loosen and I collapse onto the bloodied floor, my breathing coming out in harsh pants.

The man behind me crouches down, moving his fingers over my fresh wounds. A muffled cry escapes my lips at the pain and all he does is chuckle before digging his fingers into my flesh.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you." He sings, his fingers coated in my blood," Happy birthday Alfonzo!"

My body trembles from beneath him at his words. It's my birthday? He's lying. I can't have been here for five days.

Why hasn't anyone found me yet?

"Poor boy, you're all alone." He whispers from on top of me, his fingers still moving along my wounds," I guess that means we have plenty of time to play, especially since it's your birthday."

Three loud knocks are made on the wooden door and the man above me sighs before getting up. The door harshly slams behind him, leaving me all alone and in excruciating pain.

The same thing has happened every day I've been here. I woke up, my arms tied in front of me, a cloth stuffed inside my mouth and taped, cold water thrown over me and then it began.

My body would get whipped whenever someone entered. They were all men. Sometimes it would be more than one man, one would undo my rope or chains and hold me down as the other beat me to near death.

The pain never got to the point where it was bearable. Every time I got even close to passing out, they would shock me with tasers or dump another bucket of cold water over my head.

I want it to stop.

The door opened again and I lay waiting for my next beating.

My bleeding back was met with a wet cloth and I flinched at the impact, the mere touch inflicting even more pain on me.

"Shh, you're alright." A feminine voice whispers to me,"I'm going to get you out of here."

"F-father?" My voice is dry but I try with the little energy I have to speak.

"He's coming." Is all she says before she goes back to cleaning my wounds up. Just in time too as another man barges in, his face covered with a mask.

"What are you doing in here?" He stalks up to us and harshly grabs the woman's arm, his dirty fingernails digging into her skin.

"I was told to clean him up." She says bluntly, shoving him away.

"Don't talk to me with an attitude!" He shouts, raising his hand to hit her.

The woman sighs and takes us both by surprise as she quickly and effortlessly takes a small knife out of her boot," Close your eyes."

It isn't long before I hear a choked gasp and when I open my eyes, the man was a collapsed heap on the ground.

"Men." She mumbles.

Turning back to me, she crouches down slightly," Can you move?"

Using what little energy I have left, I try hoisting my body up but whimper at the pain erupting.