Held Captive [Completed]

07.

The beatings, tortures have become things I get comfortable and used to, you never get used to pains they say. Well, wrong I got used to where it doesn't hurt that much.

Curl up in a corner that happens to be the best place I can be, a place where understands me, a place where I can be free and somehow at peace.

On a normal day I would run or better still scream seeing the sight of a cockroach but here I am living in the same place with them, the fear isn't there anymore.

The door creaked indicating someone has come in, the sound of shoes clings to the ground marking not only one foot steps. There isn't much light in order to see who came in, the only light coming is the one coming from the window, and it isn't much enough to light up the whole place.

The foot steps coming close and closely halting before switching on the light, I squinted my eyes and opened them back adjusting to the light. I raise my head seeing my kidnapper and his minion.

His minion has this evil smirk on his lips staring right down at me.

"she's doing really good now sir, she isn't fighting it anymore".

"hmm" was his response.

I watched him walking out of the place along with his minion turning off the light once again, something tells me he will be back later the evil smirk I saw indicates another set of different types of torture.

All I have to do Is wait till then.

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"so, now I brought something new, saw It online and i Just decided to try it with/on you". His eyes were glowing with happiness whatever he's going to do, he's going to enjoy every bit of it.

"now where should I start from"?. "Aha!" he exclaimed. "the wrists look pretty lonely and plain how about I add a little bit of tattoo to it"?

Not like he needs my opinion on it.

He moved closer,taking in my two wrist, placing the blade on my skin, cutting it. He smile seeing the sight of blood coming out. I met his gaze the were pure with happiness. He is happy doing this.

I watched as my own very blood drips down to the floor, the blood that I don't have enough of it. I watch as they continued flowing, dizziness starts to kick in, I wanted fighting it but in reality I am equally tired I just want a good place to relax and put my head. I stopped fighting to stay awake and closed my eyes.

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This place is so great that I never want to wake up everything looks great and scents nice, finally some peace, finally I am far away from those devils in humans form.

I never want to leave here ever again I just want to stay here for eternity if possible.

One voice I know my sweet little dream has come to an end.

"Jesus Christ what did you do to her? Yes, I admit I was among when she fuvking hit me with a bottle,but she doesn't deserve this. Shit just look at how she's draining. You are fuvking about to kill someone" that voice yelled.

"so what? That's good for her she will remember not to ever mess with me again".

My little dream or whatever is it has come to an end I opened my eyes.

Staring at them without saying a word, what's the use of talking where at the end they will still give me their treatment?

"oh you are awake". Anger, hatred. I'm 10000% percent sure my mere existence annoys him. He wants me dead like DEAD.

"don't you lay a finger on her until you are ask to do so".

He let out an exasperated sigh and left.

I was left alone with only one person. He took one look at me and also left. Now am left with just me myself and I.

Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? Months? I can't particularly say how long they have been gone. Since he left or they rather no one has come to continue their treatment.

My wound still fresh but the pain isn't there much, it hurts yes but not much.

Water, food can't recall when last I had one, I just want to rest I just want to lay my head and relax. Sometimes I wish whenever I close my eyes I won't open them up ever again.