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Chapter Five

The Waiting Room.

Picture a waiting room.

What do you think of?

Do you think of a white walled room with carpet that hides the dirt? One with paintings decorating the spotless walls and lamps and large windows and overhead lights keeping the room bright and friendly? A waiting room with comfortable chairs and tables with magazines and flowers on them? Maybe a kind secretary at an expensive desk clacking away at their computer and making phone calls?

Now imagine this.

Cement floors with a clogged drain in the middle. No light fixtures or windows, not that your blindfold allows you to see them. Blood and gore decorate the walls and floor. Bugs are crawling on you and around you and you can feel them getting under your clothes and biting you.

There is a snake slithering silently up your leg, but you don't care do a thing because, somehow, you just know that it is poisonous. The smell of human waste burns your nose and breathing through your mouth is so much worse on so many levels.

Two somethings are dropping down the ceiling and you have no clue what they are. One is thicker and slower and the other is thinner and quicker to drip. Every step results in you sliding and falling in the mud that covers the ground and mixes with the blood.

In short, this waiting room is a hell on Earth.

You'll never guess which waiting room I am in right now.

I lay in the thick, slick, sludge that covers the ground no longer caring how dirty I am because I am already covered in the grime from when I was shoved in here after my fight.

Besides, what the slime covers is protecting me from the insects and serpents that won't leave me alone because they are so intrigued by their visitor.

I can't see anything, but I can feel it all.

I panic slightly as I jerk my head to point my face straight up.

Laying on my back, my head had started to tip to the side and the slime had begun to enter my ear.

I bite back a whimper as the snake slides under my shirt and on my bare stomach.

The Waiting Room is where Father had his disappointments await their punishment.

I disappointed Father.

Good girls do not lose control.

Good girls do not get angry.

Good girls do not kill without permission.

I fight the urge to scream as the snake is now completely under my shirt and an unidentified bug is crawling on my nose. My handcuffed hands and ankles are submerged in the grime, another technique of theirs. The mixture of hazardous waste and mud makes it impossible to pick the lock, especially without a light source.

As another hour passes, I begin to lose what little hope I had of not having to spend the night in the Waiting Room. After all, Father would never sacrifice his sleep to deal with me. Just because I am his daughter, it doesn't mean I receive any special treatment.

I wish I could sleep.

Sleep would be an escape from this nightmare. My sleep would be filled with nightmares, but at least those are ones that I can wake up from for they are not the cold, harsh reality that I suffer from.

Lack of sleep makes my eyes droop, my stomach uneasy, my head hurt, and my mind act strange.

I am not sure if I am hallucinating or if I am dreaming.

The whole time, all I am doing is struggling with my cuffs.

Come on, Sang.

You've gotten free before.

You can do this.

I bite my tongue and finally am able to dislocate my thumb. Pain races through me and my thumb feels like it is on fire. Sweat now mixes with the grime I am covered in. I want to scream, but, honestly, I have dealt with far worse than this.

I want to scream with joy.

A lot of the time, I am unable to free myself, even after dislocation my thumb because my cuffs are hooked to each other preventing me from lifting my hands.

However, now that my hands are free, it is only a matter of time before I am free.

I drop the cuffs into the muck and lift my legs in the air. Using spit, I clean them as best as I can so the lock is no longer jammed. I  grab a bobby pin from my braids and use my teeth to strip it of the round tip at the end of the pin. I open the pin up and stick one end in the keyhole. I bend it to the side and then the other side so I have a sort of zig zag in the bobby pin and slide it into the hole again.

I twist the pin one way and then the other and I am free.

Father is arrogant.

He gives me tutors and schooling and access to knowledge.

He should be more careful.

Knowledge is power.

And this power is one that I practice whenever I am locked up.

With my feet free, I stand quickly and head to the door where I pull out the last two pins.

I remove the rubber end of both and bend both sides of one into a ninety degree angle and straighten the other before bending it the right way. I use the first one to hold the line up and turn the barrel.

Soon, I have the lock undone and I am racing out of the room.

I stumble through the halls deliriously.

Strangely enough, the door I open when I arrive at my destination is not my door.

It is the door to the dungeon.

I open the door and the boys begin to shout at me as I stumble in the room, waste and mud dripping off of me and bugs still crawling on me.

Gabriel's shouting about the spiders is the last thing I hear before I pass out on the floor in front of all of them.

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I never thought my experience with my brothers would ever help me with writing, but having gotten locks open before definitely came in handy in this chapter!

Sorry it is so short, I just felt that the dramatic ending was necessary...

Thank you!

JadeQueen100