𝑆𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝐵𝑦 𝐻𝑖𝑚

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I wake up the morning after to the sun shining through the light colored curtains, and I roll over and look at the time. 1:30 p.m. 'Oh my god Zach is going to kill me!' I quickly sit up and immediately regret it, my head now pounding from sitting up so fast. I rub my eyes and panic, looking around and seeing that I'm in an unfamiliar room.

'This isn't Zach's house..where am I?' I slip out bed and look down, seeing that I'm wearing a soft pink satin nightgown. 'This isn't mine..' I lift the hem of the nightgown up temporarily, seeing the dark purple panties. Then it all came back to me. 'I was sold off again..' I rub my eyes again, letting the nightgown fall back to my knees.

I forgot they drug you before an auction so you don't remember everything. I let out a sigh and walk to the door, hesitating to open it. I take a deep breath and open it quietly, not knowing where the man is. I step in the hall, a slight chill running down my spine. The floors are hardwood like the bedroom, and I look down the hall both ways.

I decide to walk to the right, stepping with light feet as I look around the corner. I turn the corner, careful not to be too loud as I make it to the living room. 'Maybe he's still asleep? Or at work?' I swallow hard and keep walking, looking to my left and seeing the kitchen. I debate whether I should walk into the kitchen or not, but I ignore my gut feeling and just start walking.

I see the lights on, a couple of pans on the stove and two plates on the counter. I hear whistling behind me and I panic, but as soon as I turn around I run into someone. I make a noise and panic, even more, dreading my decision as I look up at the man. Now that I think about, he's wearing nothing but dark grey sweatpants.

He's very toned, a nice chiseled six-pack at that, and I notice a few tattoos here and there. I shake my head to get me out of my thoughts.

"Oh!" He says as he catches his balance. "Natalie, you're up,' He puts his hands on my shoulders so I don't fall.

His grip is soft but gentle, and I continue to have a small panic attack. I just look at him, not able to take my eyes off of his. He has such gorgeous green eyes. Unlike Zach's, whose were a shit brown. Just like him. A piece of shit low life who only wanted money and cared for himself. He hardly cared for himself actually.

"Breakfast is almost ready. Go clean up and brush your teeth so you can come to eat,' he says with a gentle voice, with a slight hint of sternness in it. "Bathroom is next to your room,"

I nod and he kisses my forehead softly, walking past me to go to the kitchen. I retrace my steps and walk in the direction of my room, walking a little further and just as he said, I find the bathroom. I turn the light on as I walk in, seeing a new toothbrush still in its package and new toothpaste. I turn the faucet on and wet my face, the cold water waking me up immediately.

I rub my wet face before drying it with the hand towel, picking up the toothbrush and opening it. I throw the empty packaging in the trash, opening the toothbrush and putting the small foil coving in the trash as well. I wet the toothbrush and start brushing my teeth, looking in the mirror. I spot a few scars on my face, and I hold back tears.

I brush my teeth for exactly two minutes, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing my mouth out. I wipe my mouth with the hand towel again before taking a drink of water, walking out of the bathroom and turning the light off. I walk back into my bedroom and walk to to the nightstand, grabbing the hairbrush and seeing a new package and hair ties.