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#156 in Abusive content
He looked up at me with his cold blue eyes.
„ Yeah you're right. Why should I care when you're just a worthless bitch? It would be better if you would just end your life as soon as possible. No one cares about you. You're...
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On the edge of breaking.
That's what I felt when I gained the slightest control over my body. All I could feel was the hard surface I was laying on and the threading pain.
I tried to open my eyes and when I did I saw nothing. I absolutely had no idea where I was and what happened.
After my eyes got used to the darkness I could see a faint light shining into the room, wich wasn't big by the way. There was nothing in it. Totally empty, just how I felt inside.
I tried to sit up but it was nearly impossible, the pain still cursing through me and my head was nearly exploding.
I groaned and slowly sat up, carefully placing my hands underneath me onto the cold stone floor to be stabilized.
For a brief moment the room started swirling around and I tried my hardest to overcome the feeling of nausea that was tempting to rise up.
The second I thought I had it under control everything came up and I emptied my stomach onto the bare floor.
How the hell did I come in here? Where was I? Who had the guts to take me? And why?
Those questions swirled unanswered in my head while I could only remember going grocery shopping with Brian.
Suddenly I heard footsteps approaching the huge metal door of the room I was in. I heard someone fumble with keys and turning down the door handle.
The best thing I could do was stare. Stare how the door handle turned down in slow motion and how the door swung open. Soon enough I caught a glimpse of the person standing there with a gun in his hands and my breathing hitched. I could feel my heart thumping and my hands started shaking.
Please let it be a nightmare.
I watched him coming closer, an evil grin was plastered on his face.
„ Now there.... did you miss me?"
" Never"
And then something hard hit me, only to set me in the same abyss of darkness again.
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„ I will torture her, make her scream and brake apart. I want to see her die slowly in my hands without them knowing. When the time comes I will reveal her to them and they will do anything to get her back, this plan is so good, it's terrific! No wait, I'm good... I am terrific and handsome....... what do ya think?"
„ Sure sir" a lame ass bored out person said and I had to suppress a snort.
I woke up a while now, the pain still prominent but more bearable and the conversation of the two men sure kept me distracted.
I am afraid. Like hell but I don't like the feeling of letting others know about it. This was one of my perks. I could get afraid easily but never show it. Instead I got angry or I cracked jokes to myself .
However this situation made me rather panicked than angry. I wanted to go home and sit there with Brian or Ana. I wanted to be working and sell my ass of. In fact I would prefer to be on a mountain alone than here.
„ Answer me with whole and positive sentences!! You know I can chop your precious head off if you don't obey!"
I stirred on a hard surface where I was laying but I apparently didn't do it as unobtrusive as I thought because the man walked towards my limp body and kicked into my stomach.
I groaned and he took it as a cue to beat me further.
„ So Layla, like old days huh? This is so emotional! „
„ Shut it Gonzales" I spat wich brought me more kicks and punches.
