Taken

Chapter 2: Goodnight Love

They were still dragging me along when I heard the creaking of an old door opening. I was guided inside. I heard dripping noises and rats. It smelled of gas and mold. I was brought into a room and placed on the floor.

"Goodnight love" the older one said with a thick, rich British accent. Those were the last words I heard before a needle was stabbed into my arm and I drifted off.

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I awoke freezing cold and bare. My hands were in handcuffs on a very uncomfortable bed. I had this feeling like I was on my period but different, it hurt so much worse. I felt very exposed, I started looking around for my clothes and found them on the floor in a corner leaving me to guess what happened. I was raped by two men, but how long ago? How long have I been here? Where am I? I kept asking myself questions impossible for me to know the answer to. That was the only thing keeping me from going insane.

They came back, without masks this time which caused me to cry. They were never gonna let me go now, I've seen their faces. I can identify them. They're going to kill me.

The younger one had long black hair swept to the side, dark brown eyes and flawless skin. The older guy with the British accent had red hair, green eyes and laughing lines. They never talked to me really, just brought me food and water and did whatever they pleased with me. I stopped crying, I stopped wishing, I stopped dreaming, I stopped feeling. This is my life now.

Some days the younger man would come sit by me and talk to me about how his life was and trying to make conversation. Other days he would just sit there and look and study me. I haven't talked since the day they brought me here, not trusting my voice enough to use it. Today he came again and sat beside me in silence. I wanted him to talk, I needed to hear his voice again.

Not knowing how, I decided to place my small, filthy hand on top of his large one. This act caught him off guard, but he seemed to relax.

"Why don't you talk?" He asked me. That's a very good question that even I don't have the answer to. So I shrugged my shoulders.

"How about this: if you talk, I'll talk. If you stay silent, so do I."

My eyes went wide with suprise, I didn't want to talk, but I also couldn't lose the sound of his silky, beautiful voice in my personal hell.

He laughed at my response but didn't say another word.

"He-hello" my greeting came out more like a question than I intended. He took his hand from under mine and for a second I felt alone. Until he placed in on top of mine, squeezing it tightly.

"Hello to you too, my beautiful broken girl." He took my hand and kissed my palm before leaving me to my darkness.