6 months; I’ve been in here for six months. Why? I have no idea. I should be dead. All the others are, so why aren’t I? He thinks I’m special, I think he’s pure evil. Why would someone do this? Why would you ever get pleasure from doing something like this? You see, 6 months ago I was kidnapped. Dragged into an alleyway where I was drugged. When I woke up I was in a cell of some sort. I screamed for days, trying to get someone to hear me, but no one ever did. One day, he brought in another girl; put her in a cell opposite of me. 3 Days later he killed her; right in front of me. Did it with one bullet to the head. I begged and cried for him to let me go. All I got in return was abuse. Hits, punches, kicks, cuts, whatever he could think of, it was done to me. About 2 weeks later he brought in a new girl. Same cell as the other. 3 days later he came in and I knew what was going to happen. I pleaded for him to leave her alone. All you could see was pure terror in her eyes. That was the routine. I can’t understand why he hasn’t killed me. Why he tortures me physically and mentally by making me watch him kill the others. It never gets easier. Then, one day it all changed.
It started out like any other day. He came in with a glass of water like he does every other day. It was slid through the door he has in the cell. First time he gave me water I tried to attack him. I grabbed his arm through the door and tried to slam him against the cell and knock him unconscious. It didn’t work and all it did for me was some more free beatings. I never tried anything like that again. I could tell by the smirk he had on his face that he was going out today. Time to find another girl who would just end up as another dead body.
“Ready to meet your new friend?”
“Why? Just so you can kill them in front of me?” I was sat in the back corner of the cell. Every time he would come in I moved to the corner. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him.
“I think of them as a present for you. That way you’re not always so alone. They’re like your playmates.”
“You psychopath,” I spat at him.
“What did you say?” He started walking towards the cell. “What did you call me?”
“No, no please. Please don’t,” I couldn’t help but whimper. Every time he would come over and beat me I couldn’t help but whimper and get scared. No matter how long I’ve been here it will never get less scary being trapped in here. He opened to cell and glided over to me. I shied away as he raised his arm above his head. Before I knew it I was on the ground with a stinging sensation on my cheek. Even before I was able to recover I was being lifted off the floor by my hair.
“Don’t you EVER say that again, you hear me?” He screamed right in my face.
“Yes, yes yes I understand please just stop please.” I was thrown onto the ground without another word. The cell door was slammed shut and he left the room. All I wanted was for this to be over. I just wanted to go home. But it’s not like anyone is looking for me. My family is all dead. So no one really cares if I’m gone. No one loves me. I just want to get out of this hell hole. But at this point I’ve pretty much given up. There’s no hope left in me. I kind of expect to be in here for the rest of my life. Unless he decides to put me out of my misery and kill me.
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About two hours later I heard the screaming start. I guess he’s back already. I shuffled over to the corner of the cell and turned my back to face the wall. Besides the actual killing this was the worst part to watch. Seeing all these innocent girls being taken away from their lives for no reason. They all struggle to get away, but it’s no use. There’s nothing they can do to stop it.
“PLEASE, please just let me go!” This girl sounded beyond frightened. I felt sorry for her. The sound of shoes scraping against the floor was ringing throughout the room.
“Please I need to get back to my boyfriend! Please, just please let me go.”
“SHUT UP!” She immediately became silent after he yelled at her. They all do. After he threw her into the cell he locked the door and left the room.
“Hello? Please, what are we doing here?”
“Trust me; I’d like to know that too.”
“How long have you been in here?”
“Six months, give or take a few weeks. I’ve lost count at this point.”
“Six months?!? You’ve been in here for six months?!?!”
“Yes, we’ve established that already.” It’s not like I liked being rude, but when you are constantly watching girls being killed, you learn to not get close to them. If I did, I most likely wouldn’t still be alive.
“Haven’t you tried to get out of here?”
“Don’t you think I’ve thought of that? I tried everything, yet look who’s still stuck in here. Nothing works.” My voice began to crack at the end and I could feel the tears starting to run down my cheeks. No matter how hard I try to be strong, it just doesn’t work. I’m broken and I don’t think anything will fix that.
“But we have to get out! We can’t just stay here forever.” I could hear her crying hard now. She was right in one sense. Yeah I’ll probably be stuck in here forever. But her? If only she knew she only had three days. But I can’t tell her that. I can’t put that burden onto her.
“So what’s your name?” I guess there’s no harm in letting her know my name.
“Trinity.”
“That’s pretty.”
“Thanks. What’s yours?”
“Eleanor. My names Eleanor.”
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FanfictionWhat if you were kidnapped? What if it's been 6 months that you've been trapped? Would you give up? Would you start to lose to hope that you'd never get out? What if the chances of you getting out rested on someone else being kidnapped?
