The Fire That Burns Within

See, Feel and Learn

The heavy footsteps approached once again but this time I was ready for him. The door opened judging by the amount of light that came through the door I guessed it must be night. He touched the switch and a small bulb in the middle of the room turned on.

I felt so much hatred towards him, my cheeks were glowing and the anger roared inside me. And in that moment a bit of training came back to me. I put my arms underneath me and stuck my legs through, the next part was easy.

In one smooth movement I slammed my arms towards my chest. The rope came loose. I got to my feet but two hands grabbed me. I struggled and kicked but his grip didn't fail. He turned me around so I was facing him. Before I could defend myself his fist hit my face with such a force that it made me stumble backwards. I fell to the ground and he knelt beside me.
"Give it up sweetheart, I am stronger and better in fighting then you are" He said hovering over me.

"I just want to go home" I stammered tasting the blood in my mouth. He looked at me, his face hard and showing no compassion.
"I want to go to the moon. It ain't happening sweetheart. Time to accept that!" He grinned.

"I won't, I will never accept that. I will keep on fighting you and will get away no matter what I need to do." I cried in defiance. I wasn't going to let him control me. I'd rather die.

He just stared at me.

"You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who's in command here!" He barked. I cowered away from him but the room didn't give me much space for that. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed a chain, despite his sarcastic tone he wasn't kidding.

"Turn around" He said, moving the chain in his hands. I moved backwards but the wall was in my way, oh how convenient would it be to have wall breaking powers. I did not have any.

"Turn around he growled".

"No!"

He looked so calm and all business but I could see the fire in his emerald eyes. He grabbed my arms and turned me around. He pushed me up against the wall and with one smooth move he slammed the chain over my back. Stars blurred my vision and I fought against the burning pain.

"Are you ready to listen?"

I wasn't one to give up but the pain was so intense that I'd do anything to make it stop. I nodded my head in submission but he wanted more. The chain came down again and I cried out in pain as I crumbled to the ground. He knelt down next to me his face only centimeters away, he brushed away the hair that was in my face.

"How 'bout now sweetheart, you ready to listen to me?"
"Yes." I said as I looked in his eyes.
"Well that's a clever girl" He said as he grabbed the chain.

I cringed away but it was only to shackle my arms and feet. "Please, why?" I whispered although I already knew what the answer was.

"Why? Because you my girl are the only evidence left and I am tasked with the noble job of concealing you. You're ours now, better get used to it." he said as he looked at me with satisfaction.

I didn't want to ask him but I had to... "I need to go".

He walked to the kitchen and came back with a port-a-potty.
"Here you go" He said as I looked at the port-a-potty in disgust. He switched of the light and slammed the door shut behind him. This felt so nasty and degrading but I didn't have any choice. Nature called or well screamed and I had to relief myself.

My back felt so wet, but as much as I hoped it was just sweat I knew it wasn't true. I tried to get up and the chain that held me permitted me to walk a few steps. I followed the wall with my fingers and tried to figure out what to do.

The first rule of kidnapping 101 is observe. Observe your captor is he strong? can you take him on? is he mentally stable? All those words came rushing back to me. I remembered the stern yet loving face of my fbi assigned guardian and foster dad, Joe. I hoped that he was safe, he is the closest thing to family that I have.

The stress of taking in and protecting a 7 year old must've been to much for him. Now 16 years later he was in a nursing home suffering from alzheimer. It wasn't that bad yet, he could still recognize me. The only thing he knew was that I was his daughter. Which was a good thing, if he might recall how i came to be his daughter, he might've been in danger.