HOOKED

Chapter 11

Chapter 11
        I've been in the same room for a week. The room is about the size of a storage room but, smaller. It, can only fit five people max.  No food. But, around 10 cups of water a day. There's only a bedroom in the room which I'm handcuffed to unless I need to use the bathroom. If, I have to use the bathroom they put a blindfold on me so I don't know where I am or going. They drug me whenever I backtalk or try to fight back. It's miserable here and I'm so hungry. If, I do try to escape I wouldn't have enough energy.

Peter is very sweet. He talks with the me a lot. Which is very nice. Honestly, I miss Damon. But, he killed my Dad. I can't ever be with him again. He and everyone else needs to pay for what they did to my family.

Today is my eighth day here I think. I haven't been outside in a really long time. So, I don't know.

"Heres your cup of water and a piece of bread" Paul said setting it on my lap. Scaring the crap out of me. But, he's finally giving me food!

"You're giving me food?" I said excited.

"Haha just kidding." He said putting it in his mouth and laughing.

"Why would you do that? I haven't ate in fucking days! I'm going to die. Please." I said angry, on the verge of crying.

"That the point. You better stop talking like that." He said smacking me against the head.

"I'm going to get out of here." I said angry.

"No you are going to die here." He said spilling the cup of water on me and walking backwards.

"I am so fucking done with you! You're a fucking asshole. I hate this fucking handcuff! And this bed! And this fucking room! I HATE IT ALL!" I stood bolting towards him. But, the handcuff stopped me and cut into my skin, deep. I screamed in my pain.

"Haha that's what you get bitch." He said walking out of the room.

"I HATE YOU!" I screamed as loud as I could. I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry. 

I am so angry. My life is so messed up. Around a week ago I slept with Damon. And, now I'm here.

Peter walked in looking pissed. "Listen, Nicole you can't talk to Paul that way."

"Sorry I forgot you owned me." I snapped. The blood from my cut was running down my arm onto my clothes.
Peter smacked me against the face. "Im serious stop it."

"Fine. But, I need a bandaid or smoking I'm bleeding." I said on the verge of tears.

"It's your own fault." He snapped.
      
  "Peter, why are you doing this? I thought you were the good one." I said firm.
  
      "Listen, I am trying to be nice to you because you're going to be dead in about week or so. But, Paul thinks the reason you're fighting back is because I'm being talking to you. I could lose this job. And, that can't happen so I'm sorry." His words broke my heart. I'm going to die soon. And, now there's no hope.

"Okay." I said. What an ass.  "Could you at least, get me something for this?" I said staring at all the blood. It was everywhere. And it wouldn't stop bleeding.  

"No! Nicole! If, you wouldn't have tried fighting Paul none of this would've happened" He said walking out of the room. 
    
   Shit. I'm so hungry and tired. Now I'm bleeding like a bitch. I tore my leggings that I was wearing so, I could get a piece of cloth. I used it to dry myself from the water and then carefully wrapped it around my wrist.  I put a little pressure on it to stop the bleeding. Hopefully, I die fast. But, I heard a human can go 30 days without eating.

Trevor, Paul and Peter all came in the room. They're going to drug me. I hate being drugged. I am so unaware of everything. Anything, could happen and I'd have no idea. The drug doesn't even make me feel good. It just makes me feel like shit. I hate it so much. The last time I got drugged was around a day in a half ago. I don't want to be again. I shouldn't have gotten angry.