belligerent ≫ m.espinosa

; 21

Ashe ,

My eyes had barely kept themselves open, and I was drastically tired. I could feel that my body was breaking down on me, and that's such a horrible feeling. I can literally feel my stomach not ache anymore because it's gotten used to being so hungry, and my reflexes are so much slower than before. My mind is constantly between the border line of just tell them to end it all and keep up hope.

Hope is a evil thing. I believed for the first few days that I would be rescued, but here I am, stuck in this barb wired chair with nothing to eat.

I know my family loves me, at least I think I know — But with Nash and Hayes alone, I don't think they'd get far. I don't think they'd get anywhere close to finding me really, I'd probably be dead by the time that they find me.

Everything hurt so bad. But what hurt the most was my arms. I had examined them with what little vision I had left, and through the blurriness I had concluded that the left of my arm has infected flesh. I could see puss oozing out of it, and it was scabbing all over. They wouldn't help me though, at this point they've given up on the thought that someone will come and I think they're planning something.

Each day I hear their rough voices tell each other to get this or get that, almost if their building something. I wouldn't be surprised if ti was another torture device.

At this point, I don't think I'd live till next week. My body was running on empty, and my organs had went into starvation mode — meaning that my body was eating all of my left over fat. I had remembered from science class the results of starving yourself or being starved: First 24 Hours, your body is metabolizing slower. The fats in my body are being turned into protein, and my fatty acids are being used as energy.

Second phase, which would be after a week, I am running on proteins not essential for survival. The brain slowly slows down, and I become weaker with a low immune system.

Third phase, which is ususally the final phase for some people, would result in me dying. The fat that my body has stored over time should be gone and used, and my organs will fail. I will completely shut down, and probably die in my sleep.

I'd never imagine this would happen to me. In all honesty if you'd tell me, months prior to this, "Hey Ashe you're gonna be kidnapped in a few months, be careful!" I'd probably laugh it off and call you a Spanish curse word. 

The door knob began to jiggle, and soon appeared Rodriguez alongside Jimenez. They both stalked towards me, revealing two bulky men behind them.

"She's all yours."

Dear lord, please.. Help me.

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