Ravenwings (Imaged + Completed) [1st in Trilogy]

Part III: Chapter 46

"Besides cooking lunch and dinner, I want you out of your room, serving us our drinks tonight. It's been a week, we'll celebrate," Woodman said, but his fury that Raven hadn't yet appeared for his precious bait showed in his gruff emphasis on the word 'celebrate.' 

At first I thought this could be the opportunity I was looking for, but then I remembered what happened the last time I couldn't lock myself in the upstairs room. I was left trembling, trying breathing exercises and being forced to admit I could not meditate, hoping they hadn't decided it was time for me to replace Raven as entertainment.

It was time to go for a breakout.

I couldn't take one more day of it. I was tired of crying myself to sleep each night. I was sick of swallowing my instincts and dignity, and obeying every command that came out of those bastards' mouths. I missed Raven and even Grandma with a burning passion, and loathed my kidnappers just as deeply.

Besides, if I stuck around long enough for Raven to return, then they'd just have us both. Of course, I'd had this conversation with myself daily; and my opportunity had never come. Until maybe now.

They were all crowded around the flat screen tv while polishing their guns. Do those guns really need cleaning or did they do that just to scare the sh*t out of me? Woodman, in between sips of alcoholic tea, was playfully aiming at the taxidermies around the open living room, and I prayed his sights wouldn't find me next.

It was truly terrifying, and I was only more than concerned as the night went on. Ben drank fancy wine, sometimes joined by Percy. Otherwise, Percy, Dave, and Craig drank beer. Earnest drank either, or even some of Woodman's tea, but that changed day-to-day.

They kept demanding drink after drink after drink... I was getting nervous. Ten servings can't do good things to sadistic gun-wielding maniacs, can it? Why'd they have to have their guns out tonight?

It was like Woodman had decided Raven's time was up. He wasn't willing to wait longer than a week. Remembering how things had spiraled the last time they were drunk around me, my hands shook all night long as they ordered me around like a waitress.

"Ay, bird-wh*re," Percy addressed me. "Come here."