This has been too long, has it been a month already? My mind wandered with thoughts, what's Franky doing? Did she find someone new? How am I going to escape? Should I give up, yes giving up sounded like a plan. There's no possible way to leave these headquarters. My body's weak, my ribs are starting to show, and my thick legs aren't as thick as they were. I look anorexic the way they've been feeding me, a piece of hard bread every other day and a glass of water. Franky might not even want to deal with all my medical issues when I come home. Leaving.. Letting my body go seems to be right.
The stench of the room filled my nostrils but I became immune to it. There were now flies that surrounded Jack and I, the blood that engraved into the floor and the blood that stained my own skin. The maggots must be decoding his body right now. They must be entwined with his remains, it's what they're surviving off of. At least they're surviving... my own dignity has been shot down the gutter. The window was never closed so the coldness still swiveled around my body, especially at night. My head hurt constantly from the pain they inflicted on my body and the restriction of food.
Franky and I would laugh at the sight of Izzy running around the house, all cute and hyper. We'd cook with each other in the kitchen and make love endlessly, seeming like we had the whole universe in our own hands. The way she touched my body, how my back would arch as she would lick my stomach and make her way south to her home. Her kisses would melt all over my lips as our tongues would claim each other's mouths. Our hearts were attached to each other's immortal bodies because we knew each other. We knew where home was, just two weeks in and Franky became my amante. She was my whole universe since I had nobody, our lives were perfect. We went to work, shared secret information, I shared my life with her as she did hers with me. I miss Franky so much it hurts, I miss knowing I can cry and she'll come running.. But this time I'm crying alone in a basement with a dead decapitated corpse. Instead, I'm alone... dying.
I think it's time for me to let go to feel the pain being released, all the pain is in my physical body and mental state. I have no hope anymore that someone will come find me or save me, I'm just a dead living soul. Would Franky be disappointed that I let go? Would she be ashamed to see my body as it is now if they do find me and I am then the new corpse? Or, would she understand that all my hurting and all my emotions led up to this, she has to know that this is just something my mind is going through. She's probably in the car shop thinking about what to do next, I wonder how she even handled finding out I've been held captive or taken, however General Washington broke the news to her.
My time is now, I'm trying to place my head backward to break my neck. I'm trying to hold my breath to suffocate myself, to inflate my lungs. Pounding on my temple to try and push pressure into my skull wasn't working either. Nothing was working! I closed my eyes and relaxed my naked body back on the bloody, toxic bed...
The door was opening from upstairs, the roof above me I should say and all I could hear was talking, "نحن الآن معا في تشكيل المد قادم في الرجال أقوى . نحن بحاجة إلى المزيد احتياطية ، والمزيد من الذخيرة." They were talking about ammunition, a man was coming down the stairs, stepped over Jack's body and came to feed me the stale bread and water. I refused. The words upstairs started to become louder and stronger, "دق ناقوس الخطر ! البنادق جاهزة الآن ! نحن بحاجة إلى المزيد احتياطية !" Back up?! They need backup, gun shots started to become more intense, the sounding of screaming and bodies dropping to the wooden floors. The man quickly glanced up, jumped over Jack and closed the stair case to the upper level, I began to scream. Instantly he was back on top of me pressing his knife into my neck while covering my mouth... "FIND HER!" That's when the blood came steadily running out of my throat across my breasts and everything went dark.
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RomanceAzalea, a newly retired veteran, is just returning to the states and needs to start fresh. Oh and she's a lesbian. She hasn't been home in five years and a lot of things have changed. Now she's living in a world where people are actually gay and pro...
