I'm still breathing- Sia
Melody's POV
Day 5..Some how I've managed to
survive. He's starving me. I hadn't eaten since...wait what day was that. Sorry I've got amnesia. I'm locked in the dungeon. They call it the slave cage. I miss the sun so much. They way it shined on my chocolate skin, made my eyes glow. And the wind. God I missed the wind. Blowing through my hair and the smell of tulips and other types of flowers. Sometimes I imagine myself running in the wind in a field filled with flowers and soft grass..I have to snap out of it sometimes and remember where I am.
Stella's keeping me company. She's twenty-six. She's been there for a month she says. Each week a guard comes and takes her away. She comes back with no clothes on and whip marks on her back. She says she's use to it. Her ex-boyfriend was abusive. She also has a daughter Naomi. She has this little picture of her, she's adorable. Stella has brown skin with coca brown eyes. She's short but not too short. She lives in New Jersey with her parents until one night she was taken out of her bed and placed here.
I know soon its gonna be my turn . For a guard to come and take me away, and I'll be face to face with... Him. But who is he really? I don't wanna live this dungeon. The only information I know is he wears black suits and he goes by Torrez or Rezzy. Nobody's ever seen his face, it's so strange. I've tried to ask Stella, but she hates talking about him. She breaks down in tears when ever I ask questions about this mysterious guy. The only thing she tells me to do whenever I go up there is to obey..That's not much, I've been doing it my entire life..
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Is It Bad? {Urban fiction}
Action"I like this position, but maybe not here", he said while he smirked. "Hmm, I'll think about it. Now, how do you know me", I said as I placed the knife to his throat. 》》》》》》》》》》》》》》》》》》》 Molested at the age of three, she's had enough of her so call...
