Trust No Man

S.O.S.

ELIZABETH'S P.O.V.

I'm in a room in my 'father's house. I'm chained to a pole thats in the corner of the room. It has no windows, locks from the outside, has l lightbulb hanging from the center of the ceiling. The house wasn't as bad as this room. The house is surprisingly clean. It was just this one taunting room that wasn't in best shape. Its in the back if the house and gets no heat. The only thing that's keeping me warm is the rug. It wasn't dirty, at all. It was surprisingly spotless , except for a few faint stains next to the door. I doubt he cleans himself. He must have a maid because everything here has a woman's touch. Even the pale pink walls. The color couldn't have been picked by a man of his stature.

He comes in about every hour and brings me water. He gives me a plastic cup, lets me drink, and takes it away. Of course all the water made me have to go. When I told him he brought me a bucket with toilet paper. I felt like a pet.

I realized a while ago that I had my phone, it was a failure. I tried to make a phone call. I called 911. "Hello, 911.Whats your emergency?" the operator said. "Hello my name is El-" I said before the line went dead. I watched as the only thing I had left to live had died. When I was so close. Not a second later after my phone died did he come in to the room. He snatched my phone from my hand and stuffed it in his pocket. "You wanna call for help, do ya'?" he yells before leaving and coming back with a roll of duct tape. He takes a piece off of the roll and slaps it on my mouth. "Well not anymore." he says as he puts both of hands in handcuffs and puts it around the pole. So I've been here a while. I've lost hope. My phone died. I can't move. I'm stuck here for his entertainment. It absolutely eats my insides, I'm here at his disposal. He can do with me what he wants. I sleep. It's the only thing I can do at this point.

~An hour later~

I'm woken by the sound of people in the distance. People! Yes! I might still have a chance. I'm trying to hear better. I hear plates and glasses clink. It sounds like there's a couple people here. I try to scream through the tape. It's just a muffled scream. Not enough for anyone to hear. I start to lick at the tape to see if I can loosen it. It taste awful, but it starts to come loose. I keep going till I can push the side part off with my tongue. "Help!" I scream as loud as I can. I hear nothing. All of them go quiet. "She's awake. Let's go see her." I hear my 'father' say. Multiple footsteps started approaching the door down the hall. The door opens and in come my father with some pretty fancy strangers. Four men and two women. All look like they own a mansion in the Bahamas. "There she is. Go ahead take a look. She won't bite!" my father says gesturing to me. A man with slicked back blond hair approached me first. Then the rest followed. They just looked down and stared at me. They were judging me. They are just watching as I'm tied up in a room being held captive. "Why are you just standing there?" I ask them. They just stare blankly like I didn't just ask for help. "She's a rare beauty. That gene combination is hard to come by. The blue eyes and dark hair. Very rare indeed. It makes her more .... desirable." Said the women with long brown hair. The rest nodded in agreement "How much?" asked the man with a shaved head. My father thought with his hand to his chin. Then finally spoke. "I'm gonna go with $500,000." Everyone went silent for a second. $500,000 seems like nothing to these people. "Why so much?" asked the lady with a blonde bun. "Let's just say, she holds a special place in my heart and it pains me to see her go. Surely you've all paid more than that before." my father says. Bleh. Sure I'm soo 'special' to him. "Yes, but not for just an amateur. They were professionals worth the dollar." says the man with the slicked back blonde hair. "Well I'll call tomorrow." said the woman with the bun as she walks out the room. They all file behind except a lady with light brown hair that was cut in short layersthat stopped at her shoulders. "Can I have a moment to uh ... examine her?" she says. My father looks at her suspiciously. "It'll only take a minute or two." She assures him. He nods and closes the door behind him. Immediately the lady drops to her knees in front of me. She holds my face and looks it over. She starts checking my body, I don't know what for because it didn't seem as if she cared ten minutes ago. I just sit there and look at her like the hypocrite she is. "Does he feed you regulary?", she says finally done with her inspection and looking straight at me. "N-no. I've only been here a few hours. Why do you care anyways?", I question her back. "I am here only to make sure you aren't mistreated." She says blankly. That instantly enraged me. "The hell you mean 'not mistreated' ? I'm fucking tied up in the back of a house drinking sips of water from a damn solo cup and peeing in a bucket! And because he might feed me here and there makes this okay? You must be fucking insane." I yelled at her with all the energy I had left. My father opens the door. The lady gets up and walks out like nothing ever happened. He closes the door and back to square one.