Lost and Found

Chapter 17

I lost count of the days I've been locked in this room. I learned the man who kidnapped me name is Charles. His looks remind me of one of those mentally insane people you see on criminal minds. So lets be real, hes really scary. He come in with all kinds of fun "games" to play with me. I have been raped multiple times and been beaten countless times. The things he has done to my broken body has truly broken me. I am numb. I dont feel anything. I could care less about what happens to me. He broke my spirit. I thought if I could get him to hate me enough he would let me go but all it did was fuel his anger, which in return fueled his hatred towards me.

Things that he has done, I will never be able to forget. I can't get it out of my head. I was his punching bag. I did not even know who this guy was. I had never seen him before in my life. The more I stare at this ugly grey ceiling, the more I just want to die. Why did this have to happen to me of all people? Haven't I gone through enough trauma for ones lifetime?

I heard a door squeak open and heavy footsteps begin to descend the basements staircase. I held my breath as I prepared myself for the pain that I was about to endure. He slowly came up to me, I could smell the alcohol as he got closer to my side. 

"Hello my sweet dear" he slurred as he brushed my cheek with his fingers. I did not reply, I held my breath so he might go away. I did not get lucky as my cheek was slapped. My neck whipped to the left. I never made a sound. I just stared at the wall as he decided that he wanted to use my body as a source of pleasure. 

After he completed, untied my arms and legs and grabbed at my sore arms. I was super confused as this was the first time this happened. He carried me into the bathroom and threw me into the bathtub. He then turned the water on extremely hot and left me to cleanse myself. Even though I scrubbed every inch of myself I felt extremely dirty. I couldn't get the feeling of himself off of me. He came back way to soon for my liking and demanded that I get out or he will be forcing me out. I stepped out, dripping wet since I was given no towel and stood in front of him. 

"Did you clean yourself well?" He asked. That's a strange question I thought to myself but nodded nonetheless. "Good, come with me." He handed me a pair of shorts and a tee, way to big for me so i assume its one of his. He led me all the way to the living room, somewhere I had never been before. He turned back to me, grabbed my arms and tied them tightly with a rope he had grabbed off the counter. He then proceeded to blindfold me and pick me up. I was surprised with this action, as it did not go down without a fight. "PUT ME DOWN!!" I yelled at him. He just scoffed and told me that if I didn't shut up he would kill me. 

I could hear him open his door and unlock the car. I was quickly thrown into he trunk and hear the top being slammed down on me. I had no idea where I was being taken, and honestly I was to the point where I would be okay with him killing me. I was done with life at this point. 

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