Amber: April 30 1968
"You know they're going to find me here, stuck, tied, and filthy."
"They never will, it's not in the blue prints, and you didn't even know this was here."
A tear rolled down my cheek. He walked towards me with a needle, and poked me with a clear liquid subject. That when things went black again.
When I woke back up, my dress was torn more than what it was. From my waist down it was numb. I was able to move a little bit. My chains were somewhat loose. It was always cold and dark. When the door opened the light would blind me for a few seconds. I hated it down here. I wouldn't be surprised if there were rats down here that I couldn't see or hear. I heard the door open and shut, it was dark out, so the sun wasn't blinding me.
"You've been good lately," he got closer to me and crouched down and cupped my chin.
"Would you like to go outside?" He asked me, I just forcibly turned my head from him.
"Fine, you little bitch," and he slapped me. He stormed back up the stars, and slammed the door shut.
I wish someone would find me. I didn't even know where I was. I could be in an actual box and I wouldn't know. I didn't hear that much, I think I was somewhere under the house. Maybe a storm cellar or something. It scared me that my own father, that I've known for 19 years, could do this. I just wasn't expecting any of this to happen to me, and for my own father to do this. I was heart broken. The things he were doing to his own daughter was disgusting.
I heard the door open again, it was suddenly bright out. I lose so much time down here. I was blinded from the light coming through, I heard heavier footsteps walking down the steps, and then I heard my fathers footsteps.
"Is this the girl," a taller and rounder man asked my father.
"Yeah, she's a bitch, do what you want," my father told the suspicious man. I don't think I've ever seen him in my life. My father walked back up the stairs and closed the door, I was now down here with this man.
"We're going to have a good time," the man said to me, I could see his black teeth smiling at me.
I never sleep, but that day, I certainly didn't think of sleeping or want to sleep. I was ruined. That's when I knew I was going to be down here for good, I screamed and I cried, but nobody came. The man only put duct tape on my mouth.
