The day Jack didn't bother listening to what Elsa had to say, she went straight to the house. She walked inside and plopped down in her bed, hurt in such a way she couldn't move, speak, eat, or sleep. She was an empty shell.
Luke came by the same night and had sex with her. And she's didn't even bother putting up a fight. She just laid there, motionless as he used her.
Even after he was done, Luke injected her with her daily dose of heroine.
Elsa learned to love the drug. It takes her far away. Away from Jack and what he said. The first day she laid in bed, she cried herself to sleep. Until the pain of his words and dismissal became nothing more than a pained memory.
That was over a week ago.
Elsa has only gotten up to satisfy her thirst and growling stomach. And even then, she can only stomach a few bites of food a day.
The last shower she took was two days ago after realizing she can't sit in her own filth. And as soon as she finished, she changed into new clothes and went back to bed.
As far as school goes, she's not going back. Period. If Elsa has to go another day pretending everything is alright, then she's going to scream.
The sound of footsteps bring her back to reality.
The door to her bedroom opens and in comes Luke. Without another words he gives her the second dose that same day. Apparently, one dose isn't enough for her. She needs more.
But this time, he only gives her half. She groans at the lack of supply.
"Oh, no," Luke says, "I need you awake for what's coming next."
She looks up at him with drowsy eyes.
But he grabs her arms and hauls her out of bed.
Where am I going?
Luke opens the door and drags her body across the hall and down the stairs.
She can hear talking. And laughing. And the sound of bottles being clanked together.
"There are some people who want to meet you," Luke whispers in her ear.
Elsa lets out a small noise of protest, but then they descend the stairs.
Her loopy eyes see the five men the voices belonged to.
"Check her out," a rough voice booms.
Luke then passes her to another body as he helps himself to a beer.
The man grabs Elsa by her arms. Her body falls limp in his hold and he laughs, "She's a little out of it, isn't she?"
Another man brings his hand over along her neck and cheek. "She's going to do nicely."
"Then let's do this."
Elsa is carried by one of them as she tries to look around, at who these people are.
The man opens the door to the basement and walks down the stairs with the rest trailing behind him.
The basement. Her father has been spending most of his time here. She never knew why.
They reach the bottom and flick the dangling lightbulb.
Elsa barely recognizes where she is until she is plopped down on a wooden table, her legs tangling the edge of the table.
Her back aches as the wood digs into her spine. Her clothes are torn and peeled off and she is later dressed in a baggy long shirt.
Just the shirt. Luckily, it reaches up to her knees, so it felt like a dress.
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Survival
أدب الهواةElsa has always been bullied for as long as she can remember. She's the outcast of their school. But what everyone doesn't know is that she harbors a dangerous secret; one that she hopes no one will ever find out. It's all a matter of time. She'll...
