I rubbed my wrists, noticing it was bruised and some of the skin held peeled and opened, tried blood crusting around the wounds and rope.
"Come on," the man grabbed my forearm, hoisting me up. "Let's hurry it up."
I ripped my arm away from him, giving him a glare, to which he returned. He sucked his teeth, pressing his gun to my back. I scoffed, not caring. I've become to numb to care. I cast one last glance to Jamie, seeing that she was swaying herself and in her own world. I rolled my my eyes, walking out the door.
It's day five and this is when they allowed us to use the bathroom. They gave us five minutes and we never took a shower. I cringed at the thought of how I looked and my hair. They didn't have a mirror - the glass could injure them. They allowed us to brush our teeth though - once a day.
I sighed once I finished using the bathroom, washing my hands. I splashed face with water. And that's when I broke down.
How could he do this to me?! How could he just cheat on me two days after missing?! Why didn't he tell me what I was getting into? It's not like I was going to report him to the authorities even if it would be the right thing to do! I shook my head, was I not good enough for him? I sank down onto the floor, sobbing into the my hands.
"Uh," someone cleared their throat outside the door, "is everything okay in there?"
I sniffed, "my boyfriend cheating on me after I was kidnapped - how the hell do you think I am?"
"Oh, um," the door creaked open, and in entered the man from before. He wasn't that intimidating, maybe a little but not much. I continued to cry. He knelt down in front of me, patting my back awkwardly, looking away away. "That's terrible."
I rolled my red puffed eyes in sarcasm. "No shit."
We walked back to the room and he re-tied my hands up, undoing Jamie's to take her out. She jumped up and skipped out the room. I'm glad she's making this positive.
I used the wall to help me stand up and started to walk around the room, observing it. I squinted my eyes as something caught me at the corner of the table. It was just a screw. I let out a disappointed sigh, kicking the wall behind me. I let out a whimper as it made a hard contact. For worn out bricks, it sure as hell is strong and sturdy.
I groaned, walking back to where I was before and slouched down the wall. The next second was when the door opened and another man with a snake neck tattoo came in. He gave me a creepy smile, shutting the door behind him. I furrowed my eyebrows, involuntarily scooting away from him, not looking the way he was looking at me.
"No need to be afraid," he slowly walked towards me, his smile turning into one of a pervert. My eyes widened at the realization of what he was going to do, scooting further away. "Cooperate and this will be quick and maybe we'll both have some fun."
