This Nightmare Called Freedom

Chapter 1

Most choose to cherish their dreams. To take action upon them. Focusing towards their dreams with such determination. But I have only experienced nightmares.

I was dammed the second I was born.

My very existence cursed to a life of pain, longing, and desperation. To be caged like an animal never to be let free, never to experience freedom. That was my life, and sadly I have gotten used to it. At least, that's what I tell myself.

I open my eyes, my vision blurred, I can't move my body. It feels so heavy, as if someone placed sand bags on top of me. I finally come to the realization of where I am. Or what I should say, is where I am not. I am not in my cellar of a room, but trapped in an unfamiliar and dark space. I start to vaguely make out some of the room's features. I spot that there are no windows, no doors, meaning no obvious way of escape. I can only see brick, I am in a brick room. Completely closed off from the outside. I then notice a letter on the wall.
"Damn, it's too fa-" I am cut off by the sudden figure that appears before me. A very intimidating figure. I can only make out a harsh outline of him......or it. For some reason I can't see its face, all I can make out is that there is blank space where a face should be. As it comes closer, fear shadows my face. My fear makes my body rattle I then notice the leather straps holding my arms and legs down, not allowing me to move. Im still focused on the straps as it reaches both hands out towards my neck. As I feel its presence come closer, my head snaps up, but before I could fully register what was happening my eyes get heavy. Slowly my vision blurs into darkness and I hear a faint whisper, "Go back, you are not ready to understand, now go back."

My body is slammed forward as I am abruptly awaken from my nightly rest. My eyes bursting open from this sudden movement and I rapidly shift my eyes back and forth throughout my room. I look around for any sign movement, making sure I am alone.

I lay my back on the hard cement wall behind me, my body still tense but becoming more at ease with every second. Thankful I have woken up alone and not with the usual wail of orders. I start to look around my room. My thoughts consuming me.

How can a person call this a room? It's hardly a livable environment for anyone. I'm trapped down in the basement....in this room. No. This cellar. This prison.

I wince in agony at my last thought.

Everyday all I see are these walls. The cool cement barrier around me, the walls that have become my closets friend. They are the only thing that listen to my cries.
There is only one door; locked by my captors. Keeping me in, away from their freedom, not letting me get a taste. Only letting me out to use me, to abuse me, to relieve their stress and anger onto my body. My broken body. Oh how I long for the day I feel freedom.

Just the sound of it makes my body quiver, 'Freedom', what a lovely word.

"FREIHEIT! You better be awake and ready for our guests. You must cook them a meal tonight, and it better not be that filthy mush you cook for us! Dammit! Do you hear me girl?" One of my captors yells at me, unlocking the door then, grabbing me by my throat and pushing me against the wall. The action making my already tired and sore body ache. I hold my tears down as they try to escape. I wince in the pain and rip out, "Yes, Edward."

"What the fuck did you just call me pigeon?" He firmly asks me, tightening his grip on my throat and glaring into my eyes, his lips in a firm line. Pigeon seems to be my nickname to him, it always makes me feel lesser than him. But I guess that's the effect he was going for.

"I am deeply-" I gasp for air, "-ashamed at my words, Sir Edward."

"You bet your ass you are! If you dare think you can mess with my title I will hurt you beyond what you know. I will make you fear me, hate me, want to kill me. And all because I can. You got all that pigeon?"

He adds an extra, and very unnecessary, "Huh, pigeon?" His words crawling into my ears, his spit piercing my skin ask he talks.

"Yes, Sir." I manage to squeeze out a whisper before I fall unconscious from my lack of air. His grip loosens, letting my body crash to the floor with a 'thud'.

"You stupid girl. It is all your fault your in this mess. Once you understand that, then maybe you'll treat me with some respect." Sir Edward checks my pulse then spits near my body as he walks out, locking the door behind him making sure it is secure. "Lucky pigeon, I am surprised she has held up this long." He says with a final tug at the door walking towards the basement exit.