Not So Cliche Kidnapping (Uncompleted)

Chapter 26 - Suffocate, Asshole

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Chapter 26 - Suffocate, Asshole

I never realized how much I hated this place until yesterday.

I was always thinking: "Wow. This isn't actually as bad as I thought it would be."

But now that's I've had the feeling of actual freedom, I know how terrible being here actually is.

I have to clean the house of three perverts who sell girls like me to get money, take care of prisoners before they get taken away by terrible people and get used as fuck buddies, and lie to family in order to keep them safe. Lie by saying "I'm fine" even though I'm not.

I'm constantly harrassed and ignored when it comes to speaking my emotions. I live off of close-calls from almost being raped and am reminded of bad memories every thirty minutes.

I'm greeted with horny teenagers often and when I finally meet a nice man, they either betray me or I never see them again.

I can't ask for help or my family will be in danger. I can't kill myself because then that'll just leave my sister, and mom alone.

And now I doubt The Boys will ever let me go outside again from what I happened yesterday.

I probably would've walked back to this mansion, oblivious to all problems, if Mason and his friends did not bother me.

So actually, I need to thank him. He gave me a taste of freedom and opened my eyes to help me see how terrible everything is. Thanks to him, I know that I can't just live this way with no problem. I can't accept this fate.

I sighed when I got up from bed and took a shower. Putting on the first outfit that I got from this place when I was done. A tank-top and jeans.

I was showing off a ton of my cuts, but I didn't care right now. I needed more air.

Plus, I didn't want to wear a bloody hoodie after I took a shower.

I laid on my stomach in my bed for a few minutes. Almost suffocating myself in the pillow.

I let out a loud groan that only came out muffled through the pillow.

A few more minutes past and I was hungry. And thirsty. Not for men. I was thirsty for water, you little sinners.

I got up and lazily walked to the kitchen, making omelettes for me and The Boys. When I was done with those, I made sandwiches for the prisoners.

Perceil let out a gasp when he saw me without my uniform. Or maybe it was because of my cuts. Probably the latter.

"Sorry for being an ass for the last couple days. I just don't like being scared like that." I mumbled.

Perceil nodded. "Sorry for scaring you. I had a plan but it backfired when I saw that you and those guys have medical experience."

I sighed. "I'll ask more questions about it later. I'm not in the mood to do anythings right now."

Perceil nodded and I started to head out but he stopped me. "Wait, Melissa!" I turned around to look at him. "Feel better, okay?" He said, referring to my cuts.

I sighed and nodded before walking out of the room. I guess it's time to accept pity too if I'm changing this much.

I went down to give the other two sandwiches to The Populars, but Christine was gone.

"Was she...?" I breathed.

"Melissa! You have to save me! A man came in and took Christine! What happened to her?" Stacy screamed.