belligerent ≫ m.espinosa

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Ashe ,

I woke up frantically, pulling my wrists up to stretch but only wincing when the barb wire had cut deeper into my skin. I gazed over at the clock on the wall, 4:40 am, I let out a huff.

"When are you cocksuckers going to let me out of here? No one is coming!" I yelled, my voice stinging against my throat. I'd say it's been about a week I've been here, but then again I'm going by a clock that's been stuck on the same time for days. They keep it there to torture me, a slight reminder that the world is still going on around me while I'm down here. Alone.

The door knob jiggled, making my head spin from whiplash as I quickly looked over to it. A part of me was hoping that it was my once a day every two days meal, but then again they come in every other hour to check on me and force me to do stuff. Like clean, cook for them, sometimes they even take off the barbed wire to heal me a little bit. But that's only because they don't want me dead before someone gets here.

"Why do you have to scream all the fucking time? Do you know how goddamn tiring it is to have to blast music, and the tv!?" Rodriguez asked angrily.

I glared at him. "Oh sorry I forgot that your life problems are so bad. I mean, it's not like there's barbed wire digging into your skin with every move you make or men keeping you in their basement because they're selfish, greedy pigs."

Rodriguez walked closer to me, gripping my chin harshly. "Listen mami, if I was really that selfish I would've given you reasons to scream."

My face fell as his eyes travelled down my body and he pulled his lip in between my teeth, looking back up to meet my eyes.

"But I won't. I can tell when a girl still has her innocence and as selfish as you think I am, I would never take a girls' innocence by force." Rodriguez had released my chin and began to walk away from me.

"Thank you," I whispered, mostly to the god I was praying to but Rodriguez over-heard.

"Don't thank me just yet. Just because I won't doesn't mean Jimenez won't."

And with that, he had exited the room. Making me burst into tears, remembering what I had done to my baby. I was afraid to do it again. Especially with someone that I didn't love, let alone know. I got back to praying, but this time I accepted that if I was forced to do it it wouldn't matter, because I knew I would be rescued soon. I just prayed that I wouldn't get pregnant.

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