Salvatore✔️

Salvatore// A Short Story

I open my eyes and immediately feel a strong pounding beating through my head. The rhythmic pounding causes me to, once again close my eyes.

I re-open my eyes when I here an old, rusty door scrapping against the floor, opening. I look up and can barely see anything through the darkness, but see the outline of a very tall mostly likely male person standing there and starring at me. I shift because of their uncomfortable gaze piercing me. As I shift he moves his gaze to meet mine, dark hazel meets mossy green.

He starts to walk towards me and stops abruptly when he notice my change of emotion. I open my mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a small wimper. This time when he walks up to me he crouches 5 steps in front of me and whispers, "It's okay I'm here to help you," his small whisper brings relief to me. He reaches out to me as if I'm a small animal and waits for my reaction, after a couple of seconds to acknowledge that I'm not going to do reject his touch, he strokes my hair in a calming way.

He stands up and walks to the wall closest to the door and looks around, supposedly to find a light, I start to panic as I remember all the stuff the people have done to me and the bruises and marks that are on me, what are you thinking I ask myself, your only concern is to get out of here. He turns the light on and looks at me again he quickly rushes to me and lifts my head gently, "Your bleeding here, WHAT THE HELL HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU!" He demands and I flinch and he notices and immediately apologises.

He finds something to get the chains connected to my ankles and wrists. Then he takes me outside to his car, I guesse, and drives me to a hospital.

I'm still scared to this day...