Saved by the Devil [EDITING]

1 • Maiden

•Davina Alexander•

I don't remember what happened last night but it's not necessary to know what was done to me. It's exactly what happens when Jack has his friends over...nothing fun in my opinion.

My legs are sore and there are bruises around my breasts, more than usual. Today is the 25th of the month, meaning I have to go to the bank; I slumped out of bed, leaning on everything that's possible for balance — the pain makes it very uncomfortable. 

I took a quick shower — I'm only entitled to five minutes of shower time — then brushed my teeth, because I don't get breakfast on Mondays. Finally, I changed into a black long-sleeve maxi dress. I slipped on my black sandals and proceeded to dispose of my ripped clothes and condoms on the floor; as I'm tasked to. I walked out of my bedroom, keeping my eyes on the floor in case I cross paths with Jack.

"Go make the deposit," he ordered as I reached the living room where he threw the envelope, hitting my stomach. I stumbled a bit.

"Yes, Sir." That's how he has instructed me to call him.

Jack walked past me to go back to his room, which is where he spends most of his days. This house in Honolulu has been my 'home' for almost fifteen years, and it doesn't seem like that will change anytime soon. I was born and raised in Hawai'i...well, if you can call what Jack has done with me since I was six years old, raising.

Outside there was a car waiting for me, along with the men that ensure I don't succeed at escaping. They drove me to the bank, twenty minutes away from my address. The ride was silent, as always; no one is allowed to talk to me, and vice-versa. Even if it were a choice to cross a word with them, it's not something that interests me – they've taken advantage of me too.

As I got off the car, I felt the dressing on my back move "Ouch," I muttered, walking into the bank.

The guys stay outside; they carry weapons. I stood in line with the envelope in my bag, and bank account number chosen this time. All the deposits are made to accounts under my name, as Jack isn't, at all, a lawful man.

As I stood there, people were working around, coming to make their own transactions. I wonder what they do after this; grab a coffee, see a friend, drive home, sit at the beach.

"Sweetie, it's your turn," the woman behind the counter said with a soft smile, breaking my trance.

I took a few steps forward "Sorry," my hand reached in my purse for the envelope. Just as I was placing it down, gunshots were fired in the building. My immediate instinct was to hide under the counter with my hands on the back of my head to protect myself; this is not the first time a gun has been shot in my vicinity.

"Nobody move," the man was wearing masks and gloves "this is a robbery." I quickly looked down after seeing two of the masked men drag the guys escorting me, unconscious, to a corner. "We have 2 minutes!" The one white-gloved man announced to his partners — there are three of them. One wearing white, another one black and the last one gray.

"Everyone take off anything of value you have and hand it off! We don't want to hurt anyone!" The man wearing gray said as he walked around, collecting everything of value.

When he got to me I shook my head "I don't have anything of value," my voice trembled.

He squatted down beside me, and picked up the envelope from the floor "Then what is this?" He threw it in his duffel bag.