You Found Me [Skylox]

3- Help Me...

~Ty~

I couldn't get myself to sleep. I just kept thinking about what happened earlier. Don't get me wrong, I'm used to it by now (Not that I want to be), I just wish I didn't have to go through the same things over and over every single day. 

I either go without seeing anyone for a week or two, and not getting food in that time, I get abused for doing something, or I'm being used as a sex slave and needing to listen to everything that's told to me. It's sickening. I hate it. It'd be nice to be free of all of this one day and never need to worry about it again, but that's most likely never going to happen, and I'll always be trapped down here by myself with no one to talk to and nothing to do but think about my life.

It makes me wish I wasn't born at all. At least I wouldn't be going through this daily torture.

I still feel sore in a few places, which sucks. I'm not sure how many marks are on my neck or collarbone, but I can guarantee that it's more than one, because the one from the stranger still hurts like hell, like my ribs.

I still probably have a bruise on my face from where I was smacked a couple days ago, probably more prominent looking. My wrists don't feel too good either, so they're most likely bruised from the tight grip around them.

I can only dream of what's never going to happen...Me getting away from this hell of 7 years. I honestly don't feel like I'm going to make it much longer being treated like this. 

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A few days go by with nothing else happening. No visits from anyone, which I was actually thankful for, it gave me a break from things.

My stomach doesn't even hurt from starving anymore, it's pretty much used to it after so long. These past few days have been peaceful, but I've also felt weak from all the bruising and soreness almost all over, so I haven't tried to walk much. I've just stayed in my corner.

I can tell the bruising hasn't gone away yet, since I can still feel some of the throbbing of my ribs from time to time.

A couple hours later, my owner stomps down the steps, looking pretty pissed off. For what, I wouldn't know, but I felt the fear inside me grow by the second.

Whenever he's like this, he likes to hit me and torture me until he feels better, which is the reason I'm terrified and huddled in the corner trying to disappear. Which isn't working.

He comes over and kicks my already sore ribs, making me grunt in response.

"Get the fuck up." He growls menacingly. Trembling, I stand up as quick as I can, much to the protest of my ribs. He never tells me why he's mad, he just likes to cut to the chase. He grabs my arms tightly, and throws me back to the floor. I try to hurry to get back up so I don't get kicked again.

As soon as I get up, he pulls me closer to him. "Fucking piece of shit." He snarls as I feel him punch me in the jaw, making me fly backwards and hit my head against the wall again, making me yelp in pain and lose my balance and fall to the floor again, landing with an oof.

I try to curl up into a ball as he starts kicking me again out of frustration. I keep my arms in front of my face so it doesn't get kicked. After I think he's done, I feel a pain shoot quickly up my right leg as I let out a cry. He's broken my ankle. 

He huffs as he backs away from me, feeling better. "Pathetic." He calls out to me before he turns and heads back upstairs, leaving me to suffer on the floor, holding my ankle.

Tears stream down my face as I try to move but to no avail. I let out quiet sobs as I lay there, pain radiating from all over my body. 

"Help me..." I said in a raspy voice, knowing full well no one heard me. "Please..."