GONE

03

Four days.

It had felt like four days since my kidnapper had shown himself to me. Four days since he beastly punched me, leaving a sore nasty bruise on my cheeks. Four days since he uttered his last words. 'I have known you since you were a baby'

The haunting terrifying words that replayed on my mind on a loop at first made me shiver. I felt beyond disgusted and almost violated that he had been watching me. All those years.

How?

I grew up in a secure house. Our father made sure that our privacy was in fact sacred. He was careful, cautious. He would monitor everything we had owned, done, played with.

It's for your own safety he would always say to us to reassure us. The world is a dangerous place Grace.

But somehow I never quite believed him.

But the strong realisation began to profoundly erupt in me and bellowed at the pit of my stomach. Anger.

How dare he stalk me, since the day I was born. He had watched me eat, sleep, drink, play, cheer.

Everything. He had seen me.

If looks could kill, this beastly man would be dead in a heart beat. How terrifying yet violating did I feel at this very exact moment that someone, someone out there in the world had been watching me, all these years.

Did he study me? Try and get to know me?

What did he want from me?

After he said that, he without word and ignoring my wailing cries, he untied me from behind and my wrists and stepped out of the cage and locked it. I had collapsed on the floor beneath me and began to cry harder until the door outside of the room slammed shut.

I bring my knees up to my chest as I hover in the edge of the cell, my fingernails digging into my skin as I replay the incident a few days ago.

He had also licked my spit which even the mere thought of it made me gag. After he had left I had vomited almost twice thinking about the horrid scene. Something sick and twisted about that perverted act made my stomach twist in fearful knots.

My stomach growled.

It was evident. I was dying out.

I felt tired, fatigued. I hadn't eaten in almost 4 days, drank almost next to nothing except for a few droplets that fell from the ceiling and the world through my vision was beginning to become fainter and blurry.

Suddenly, the door suddenly merged open the reveal the two girls from before but now instead of playful bickering noise they are quiet as mice as they walk down the stairs together in unison, holding out two trays from them.

I almost wanted to leap out of joy but the scared look plastered across their faces caused me to stop. They stopped and hovered outside of the metal cage before the brunette takes a deep breath.

"Don't even dare think about trying to escape. It's no use"

The brunette glared at me and I held back the hurtful sob that threatened to come loose.

Play your cards right.

I nod and hesitantly, I watch as the blonde girl begins to push the key through the door before pushing it wide open. I watch as they lay both trays on the ground and the strong scent of meat filtered through the air as my mouth began to water.

Without even realising it, I crawled my way over to the tray, and in shock the girls both ran out of the cage and locked it, watching me as I ate.

On the silver tray was a slump of meat, beef most likely and stale bread beside it. There was mould evident on the bread but I didn't care. Instead, I shoved the portion of food into my mouth as I felt my taste buds almost reject it but I forced it down.

I glance back at the girls who were still intently watching me. Now, the blonde girl looked at me with disgust as she dragged her eyes over my figure before resting on my face.

Was she disgusted? Annoyed? How could they watch me almost starve out and not feel anything but at least pity?

Swallowing the remainder of my food, I glance around at the second tray of food that was placed beside me. Immediately I reached for it when I felt a hard lash on my side, causing me to let out a small grunt as I fall to my side.

The brunette girl glared at me as the blonde beside her held out her hand through the barred cage as she held a large whip in hand.

She sneered down at me. "That's not for you"

I grimace at the burn that spread across my back, the fiery sting causing tears to form in my vision. I let out a cry as I push my arms in front of me to lift off the pavement but instead, I collapse.

What did she mean it wasn't for me? Who was it for? Was someone else coming? Was it help?

No I thought to myself as I tried to shrug any hopeful thoughts away.

Think rational Grace.

The loud slam of the metal cold door shut and snapped me out of my thoughts as I glance around. The girls who hovered outside were now gone and had taken my tray with them. Left was the other tray filled with food.

Don't eat it Grace.

"Fuck" I mutter to myself as I slowly try and crawl towards the tray, ignoring the burn that plagued my back.

Realising that I needed to save my food because who knew when they would feed me next, I slowly lift my arms up and hold in the wailing cry that threatens to come out as I slowly pull off my sweater, the open wound dragging against the woollen fabric.

"Okay, I'm fine" I try to reassure myself as I grab the stale bread off the tray and place it into my bloody yet warm sweater and wrap it inside.

Breathing heavy, and realising that there was no way to hide it, I slowly shove the food into my back pocket, hoping it would fit.

Suddenly, heavy grunts and breathing were heard from outside the metal door and seemed to be getting louder.

Was it fight?

I continued to listen carefully as the sound of heavy weight boots were heard louder and louder until I watched the door spill open and my heart immediately stopped dead in its tracks.

It couldn't be.

Tommy.

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NOT EDITED I REPEAT NOT EDITED

and I'm currently writing this from my phone.

ALSO i attached a pic of what i think Grace looks like.