Prisoner

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The man dragged me out of the apartment and down the stairs and despite my screaming, not one person opened their doors or called the police.

No one bothered to help me.

He dragged me to a car and opened the trunk and threw me inside before slamming it down and getting into the front seat.

Once he had started driving, I stopped screaming as my throat burned.

I closed my eyes and tried to rest.

A few hours later, the car stopped.

A car door slammed and soon the trunk door was being opened and I was being pulled from it to my bare feet on the stones.

We had made it to their mansion.

I tried fighting against his grip before we were taken inside.

The floors were black marble and soothed my sore feet that had walked across the stones outside.

I heard a few footsteps coming towards us, as I looked up I caught sight of three men walking towards us. One of the men came closer to me with a large Cheshire cat grin on his face, which made my skin crawl.

His Cheshire cat grin didn't look like the cute comical one, the one that I remembered from watching Alice in Wonderland at school.

He looked at me up and down, "Is this her?" he asked. The man that took me, nodded and nudged me closer to the man.

"Yeah, this is her. I got her pretty cheap, I reckon that her mother would've sold her to me even cheaper if I wanted." He laughed.

The other man scoffed, he looked back down at me and smiled, "She is perfect." He smirked, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me with him.

We went down the halls, which seemed to go on forever. The house was a maze, the man opened a door and it seemed to go downstairs to a basement.

When we got downstairs, it was dark and dingy. Everything about it screamed death. In the basement, there were around five cages, did they want me to clean up after animals? The cages were rather large, what animals would they keep in there?

The man dragged me over to one of the cages, in the bottom of the cage was a dog bowl and blood stains. I gulped as he opened the door and threw me in.

Little did I know, staying in a cage, laying on a cement floor with no blanket would be a cake walk for what was going to happen next.

***

Ten years had passed and I was still stuck in the hellhole with these men watching every despicable thing they did. 

I'm eighteen and still here.

I hated my mother. I didn't want to but I did.

She sold me.

I knew that she was hurting, I was too. But, I was young and I needed my mother and she needed me. We could have healed from the loss of my dad, but she never gave it a chance.

She was weaker than I was.

Being in this place with these evil men did something to me. It bought hatred into my heart. I hated these men and I would have killed them given the chance.

They have taken everything away from me. 

They took my childhood. 

Once I lost my father, my life just got worse. My mother's substance abuse was hard but it was nothing compared to this. 

Despite hating my mother, I would forgive her had it meant that I would have been able to leave this place.

She hurt me pretty bad, but, it was nothing compared this. 

I just wanted to die, I had nothing to live for. 

I had nothing but a hair tie for entertainment. That and my imagination.

I sometimes close my eyes and pretend that I am somewhere else, it was the only way that I stayed sane. 

One one particular night, I heard the door slam.

Great.

Another gang member looking for fun. I looked up to see that it was Lance, he was the gang leader. He seemed totally out of it, as usual. 

He was always the worst person to hurt me.

I tried to escape a while ago, but, it didn't work out as well. I remember it vividly.

"Please don't, I am sorry, I will not try it again." I cried, I begged but he didn't let me go. "Try to escape again and you will regret it." He said, then he kicked me in the abdomen. I cried out in pain and I sat there in silence after he left, all I could hear was drip... drip... drip... The dripping of my blood, coming from my nose, head and mouth.