Mated To You: The Escape

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The most important and beautiful things in this world are those which cannot be seen or even touched,
They must be felt with the heart.
         
          
Chapter 3.
            
           
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My head snap back at him. Oh thank god he wants to help me. My tears started to roll down my cheeks. Lately I became so emotional. Couldn't control my tears though, I am so grateful.
          
      
      
"Is......is this real? I mean, you.....you would help me? Oh my god. Thank you. Thank you so so much."
       
          
"I need you to calm down okay. We need to come up with something. A plan to get you out."
         
         
"They.....they come here e-every week. This week, they came all together so it means next week one of them may come again. They each have keys for the cell and also for this chains. Maybe tha ---------"
          
             
        
He didn't let me finish because he ask me something,
       
         
             
"Who are they? Tell me."
          
            
         
I paused for a minute. Weighing if I should tell him. And I made a decision right then.
          
           
          
"I......I......I'm s-sorry. I....I can't."
         
        
"Wha---Why?"
          
             
           
I'd like to keep their identity hidden until I can kill them. I will kill them.
            
          
He sighed after seeing I was so stubborn not to tell him.
           
             
He started yelling profanities. Words I haven't heard before. Seeing how he acted, memories keep popping inside my head. The times they would yell at me saying I'm a nobody. I don't deserve to be loved. Nobody would love me knowing I'm not pure anymore. I remember them touching me on my private parts. Them forcing me to t-touch th-them, t-to t-take it i-inside my m-mouth. Oh my god. No. Please. Stop. No.
            
            
     
"N-no. P-please. S-stop. N-no. S-stop. S-stop. N-no."
            
          
           
Tears starting to trek down my cheeks, it is getting harder to breathe. Oh shit. My....my pa....panic attack is starting. N-no.
             
              
I can hear him trying to calm me, talking to me with his soft voice. Telling me sweet words. Just to make me calm. Thankfully, after minutes of taking deep breaths and telling myself that nobody could harm me and someone's here to help, I manage to gain control with my self.
               
              
           
"Jeez woman. Calm down okay. You scared the shit out of me. I'm not one of them. Won't ever be one of them. I will help you okay. Just, I need to check the perimeter to make sure they're not around. I will come back okay? And I, we, will plan your escape. Just, wait for me. I'll come back."
                
              
"No. No. Please. Don't leav-------."
                
            
                
He didn't let me finish, he just left. There goes my key to escape. Fuck.
               
                
My panic attack is coming back. Shit. Shit. This is bad. I.......I can't.......b-b-breathe. Sh-shit. He......he left.....me. No.....This can't be......He.....he was my.......only chance to es-escape.
               
              
I am having a hard time breathing and my face is damp from crying. Black spots is appearing from my sight. Darkness is slowly taking me in.
            
        
         
        
Ever since I woke up after he left, I waited and waited and waited for his return.
              
            
Seconds turn to minutes. Minutes turn to hours. Every intake of oxygen, I wished Antonio would come running back to me and help me in any way he can. But a girl can wish right. Because birds started to chirp outside signalling it's a brand new day.
               
             
Possibilities keep popping in my mind. What if he's one of them? What if he would never come back? What if, what if, what if he can't help me? And along with it are scenarios I could only think of. What if they caught him sneaking inside. What if he was ambushed. What if he died trying to help. Oh my god, my conscience can't take that. Someone dying because of helping me. No one deserves that.
                
              
As seconds tick by, I am slowly loosing hope. This is not the end I wish for myself. This is not where I see myself five years from now. I want to finish college, find a job, marry, have children, grow old, and die. Take note: die after growing old. I just want my life to be normal but this, this happened to me. They wanted me to die from their own hands but I can't give them that satisfaction can I?
            
           
This can't be the end for me. I need to help myself. If, and only if Antonio decided not to take the risk, then I think it is time for me to step up and do something for myself. Right there and then, I decided to fight. Fight for my life, the life I have always planned. The life I have always wanted.
          
                               
I scanned my surroundings for possible weapon. Tsk. From the bed to the far side of this cell, the 'bathroom', nothing can be used as weapon. Unless. I raised my arm and inspect the chain, this would do. If one of them decides to come up here, I could use this to choke them. Yep. Great, now I am plotting someone's death. I smiled at that thought. I wanted a normal life but here I am planning someone's death.
             
           
After deliberating how I could use this as a weapon, I heard footsteps above. My hopes is slowly rising. He is back. Antonio's back. He still wanted to help me. Oh my god. I am eternally grateful with him.
              
               
Just when my hopes is rising, a thought suddenly comes up and then I realized, what if it is one of the boys. I am so fucking gonna die. What if they caught Antonio while he is checking the perimeter like what he told me. What if. Oh my god.
                 
                    
No. I can't entertain negative thoughts right now. I should not. Antonio is trying to help me. Thinking about the possible scenarios, this is not helping him or me at all. I have to face this alone, Antonio might be out there doing something to help me. I should help myself too.
               
             
I should. I could. I would.
          
           
         
          
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