Unbroken

Chapter 33

My eyes once again fall down to the box. Chills run through my body as I stare at whats inside the dreaded box. I have no more tears to shed. I have cried nonstop since it has been placed in front of me. Now when I look down I am incapable of shedding a tear. I have no more tears to give. 

Four weeks, two days, and who knows how long.

Four weeks since I last saw rays of sunlight hitting my body, or anything in my sight. Two days, it's been two days since I have slept, and who knows how long since I have had a bath. 

Leaning my head back I stare up at the old, crumbling, ceiling of this dinner. The door covered in newspaper, just like all the windows, opens and in comes number one. "Today is the day." Hopefully it's the day they end my torture. I don't know how much more I can take. Number one has a plate full of food in his hands as number two and number three guard the door. "Are you going to eat on your last day alive?"

I have numbered the men since they won't ever tell me their names. I do know there are more of them. Only the three of them ever visit me, but I have heard them talking outside when they forgot to chain me one day. I put my ear against the door after they locked it, and one of the men were talking about meeting at the spot where the rest of the crew were at. That's when I realized it was a bigger operation than I knew. That's when I gave up. If they have a crew of people I would never be safe. I would never be able to get out alive. 

"Just get it over with already. I am good as dead anyway." I stare at them blankly as I've done every time they've given me food for the past week. Number three has told me all about their plans on escaping. They are going to Cuba to where no one will find them. They are set to leave the day after tomorrow and my corpse will be found three days after they leave. I don't know how, but I'll be dead any way so it doesn't matter to me. 

 I've lost a few pounds since I've been here. My wrists are very fragile. The chain around my ankle was no use anymore since I could slip my foot right out of it. They've taken no measure to make sure I can't escape since I'm so weak. When I asked number two why they didn't tighten anything he stood me up and told me to walk to the door. I made it five shaky steps before I collapsed under my weight. MY ankles were to weak to hold me up. The next time I barely made it off the mattress; that they so delicately squeezed into the diner.

Number one laughs and throws the plate on the ground. "You princess are my favorite victim. I really am going to miss you. I guess this is it. I better shoot you so we can get on with our vacation." As soon as he pulls out the gun I close my eyes. This is it, I will finally be able to rest. At the sound of the click I flinch back as I hear ten shots go off. Each one my body jerks backwards.

I feel no pain, no pain at all. Were they messing with me? Was the plan all along to let me shrivel up an die? Maybe they knew the King was getting close and that's why they were leaving and knew when my body would be found. Opening one eye I see John looking at me, as if he can't believe I am alive. Five men planked behind him. all wearing bullet proof vests, are all wrapped in silence as they remove there eye gear to stare at me in shock. I guess they thought they would never find me, alive at least.

With slow movements I look down and there in front of me on the ground are all three men. Bleeding out of their wounds. Not moving a single muscle, eyes closed.

"Arabella." John steps forward to reach me, but once his eyes land on my body he stops. "Please tell me they didn't." I shake my head as I finally feel a tear down. John holds his hands back and is handed a blanket that he wraps around me. "I'm here now okay." John picks me up, but soon stops.