The Complications Of Falling

Cold-Hearted Stares

Mer's pov

I'm woken up abruptly. The cell door crashed open. Paul was standing in front angry. My eyes whipped open so fast. Paul grabs arm painfully. I yelp in pain.

"Morning, bitch get the fuck up, you have to do stuff today" He snapped.

I stand up sharply. As I stood up I could hear a crack in my knee. I was yanked up. I limped my way out of the cell. He untied the rope on my arms. He pushed me forward.

"Hurry up"! Paul barked.

I walked more quickly, afraid I would get hit again. I followed Paul down the long narrow hallway. He turns down the hallway and goes into a room. The room had a queen sized bed. He lays on the bed. He bit his lip sexually. Oh god. He's going to make me have sex with him. I cringed inside my head, but remand casual on the outside. The other guy pushed me towards Paul. Paul grabs a hold of me. He pulls me closer to him. He grabs my head and turns me towards his face. He pulls me closer to his lips. He moved his lips onto mine. I start return the favor. I kissed him back. His lips tasted like venom. I didn't want to continue. But I stuck with his plan.

He moves his hands up and down my back. He unhooks my bra. I force myself to pull my shirt off. He takes off his shirt. He was ripped. He had a tattoo on the side of his hip. I couldn't read it. Because he threw me down on the bed. He climbs on top and pulls my scrubs off. Lastly he tears off my panties. He shoves himself in me. I moaned. Not a moan of pleasure. A moan disguised as a cry. After we was done he pulled himself out. I wanted to cry. I was disgusted with myself. I had unprotected sex with him. All I wanted was to be found, alive.

"My lovely Brooke, go back to your cell now"! He yelled coldheartedly.

He threw me down on the floor. The other guy grabbed and put me over his shoulder like I was a sack. Then he threw me against the wall. He slammed the cell door shut. He laughs as he locks it. I pressed my head against the wall. I felt dirty. I wanted to wash the dirty feeling away. I cried my eyes out.

Two hours later

Paul returns. This time he came right up to my cell.

"Bitch you have the rest of day off. Tomorrow I have special plans for you" Paul smirked.

My stomach felt turned. He stares at me like I'm a piece of meat. He opens the cell. He picks me up. We head back to the room. We had sex again. So I guess I'm a prostitute. It's night time now. It's pitch black in the cell. I'm focused to sleep on the stone cold ground. I closed my eyes and wished Alex was here. I wanted to go home. I missed my kids. It's only been two days. I have had sex 5 times. I don't even know the time. I'm scared for my life. I'm not even sure if I will make it alive. Dark and cold. "Just because your scared, doesn't mean your powerless" I whispered to myself. It's going a long time before I'm found.