Incarcerate

Entry Two

Entry Two

10-06-2012

It’s been two days since we’ve arrived at Cape Town. It’s so majestically beautiful with its crystal blue oceans and golden bleached beach sands. I would definitely be jumping all around with excitement, if it wasn’t for the gruesome reality that I’m living in. The boss is here, waiting for me, and it’s frightening as hell. As soon as we got here, the men and I got into very shabby looking hotel which I suspect is owned by them. I mean otherwise it would’ve been suspicious when they shoved me into the place with a blindfold and gag.

My kidnapper, whose name is Shay, has been making frequent visits to the room I’m being kept in. he’s the one who usually arrives with my food and sometimes he just comes to check I’m not doing anything ‘foolish’. The first day we got here he brought me some lunch to eat but I refused to touch it. I was all on with my resistance strategies and I refused to acknowledge him. He kept saying,

“Eat up Aalia, I won’t come back with more,”

But I ignored him, as if he were air. He got really angry at that and harshly came and picked me up off the floor by holding my shoulder, it was so painful that I could feel my flesh moving off of it’s place and slowly sliding upward and this made me wince.

“Don’t ignore me Aalia, it’s going to…” he growled in his deep menacing voice while I stared him dead in the eye blankly. I didn’t let him finish his sentence.

“Get me killed? I don’t believe I’m here to be treated like royalty, might as well die before it gets tougher,” I growled back. His grey eyes were on fire and the midnight blues in his eyes were like exploding daggers. He threw me to the floor and angrily punched the wall. The sound travelled around the room in a terrible crackling echo. My heart started drumming away in my chest with fear gripping me. I honestly thought I crossed the line. My eyes started burning with unshed tears because the skin on my upper arms started sizzling and I had no doubt that there would be bruises spreading there. I watched his broad muscled shoulders heaving with the restrain of keeping his anger in. I didn’t want to watch his labored breathing but it was hypnotic; it was empowering because I was getting under his skin and the feeling of smugness just unintentionally out did my previous fear; I didn’t cross any line because he deserves every bit I throw at him.

He suddenly turned his blazing gaze back to me and brought his face so close to me. The heat from his breath collided with my cold skin, sending series of shivers down my spine. His gaze was leveled with mine and I could tell he was having a hard time keeping his rage in.

“Stop resisting, it will make your situation worse. They will make sure you crumble to nothing! And they won’t be merciful enough to kill you!  ” he snarled. There was a faint accent to his words, maybe Irish or British, but I couldn’t quite point out because of how slight it was. Though at that moment his accent didn’t register, it was his words. I think I had a faint idea of what my future might be like, I’ve read enough books and watched enough movies, but I wanted to hear it out loud what exactly would happen to me.

“What are you going to do with me, Shay?” he stopped walking towards the door and just froze in his step. He slowly turned to face me and all his previous rage was gone, instead, his grey eyes were back with the troubled look that I have become accustomed to. I stared back at him fearlessly even though inside I was a frenzy of nerves because I was terrified with what his answer would be.

“I won’t do anything Aalia, but they definitely will and it won’t be lovely.” With that he walked out of the door whilst banging it fiercely and locking it behind him.

At that moment I broke down and cried. All smugness was gone, all the fear was gone, instead, sadness gripped me tightly. I have never felt so many emotions in a span of about five minutes yet here I was, jumping from one emotion to another.  Memories of my family and friends passed through my head. My mother bringing a plate of her famous almond cookies while I studied, my dad flashing me his dazzling smile as I passed my driving test and my sister; animatedly telling me stories while I tried to sleep. They all reeled in my head like a sickly sweet movie and it just made me cry harder. I wondered if they were searching for me, holding on to hope that I would be found. I wished I could’ve said good bye to them.

That was two days ago. After that Shay has just come to drop the food off regardless of whether I eat or not. There is a distinctive jostle happening outside and I have a strong feeling the arrival of the boss is near. I can feel it, he will be here soon and then I’ll be at his mercy.

I also heard a distinctive murmur from the men that he was coming from Cuba. All along I thought he was waiting for me here but he isn’t, instead he’s coming here to get me. Why go through so much trouble for one person? Or maybe it’s not just me here and maybe there’s more girls waiting for his arrival. I have a feeling this is bigger than me and on an ordinary day what I’m thinking would have made me look a liitle bit paranoid and slightly mad, but this is not an ordinary day and these aren’t ordinary events; this may just be slave trade or woman trade or any trade but it may just involve us in it.

   I’ll never admit it to anyone but I’m scared; I am scared shitless.

-End of Entry

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A/N- hey beautiful readers.. i just wanted to say thankyou for reading, commenting and voting for the last two uploads.. Please stick with me :) 

Hope you enjoy this chappie, it was so much fun writing it.

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Dodo