Captive

Chapter 6

"I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool."

― F. Scott Fitzgerald

This chapter is dedicated to neonaata. Thanks for reading my book.

Amelia

My stomach grumbled, I was feeling extremely weak, both mentally and physically. The door cracked, I was petrified.

Did he come back?

I can still feel the pain on the back of my head, he tugged my hair so hard. It reminded me of the old man when they would force me down on my knees and tug my hair. I wanted to be strong, when dad came to take me I thought I was safe, but how wrong I was.

I am now thrown into an unknown place, at least on the orphanage I knew what's happening, I had the complete idea of how things were worked there. The abuse that I tolerated torments me every moment. I can't shake off those from me. But here, I am clueless. I don't know what the man wants, I don't know what he will do to me.

The footstep came closer, it was softer this time but this didn't reduce my terror. I gripped my eyes and hugged my knees tighter, concealing my face from the view of whoever is coming tucking my legs to my knees. A hand was placed on my shoulder and loud scream erupted my mouth, my vision clouded with tears. "It's okay, calm down" It was a man, he gripped both of my hands. This time the touch felt different, it wasn't him but someone else. His voice was soft as well his grip on my hand. His hold didn't pain me, it was to steady my movement.

"shhhhh..it's okay. I won't hurt you" the voice was telling me to calm down and somehow I obeyed. My eyes opened slowly facing the man. It was the same bulky, muscled man who carried me to the car first. This is the same man who pulled me away from my dad, who was tied and duress me into the car. The image of my dad, on his knees, hands tied, patches of blood all over his body flooded in my mind. The fact was positive that he works for the man who tried to coerce me into sexual acts on the plane.

"Don't touch me" The anger on my voice was prominent, it was something I couldn't hide at that moment. These people tore me away from my place and for them, I am now thrust into an unknown place, where my life is completely uncertain, on top of that I have no clue what's happening or going to happen.

His hold on my hand loosened, it took a minute or two maybe, I wasn't sure but he took his hand from me. "I know you are angry but it won't take you anywhere"

The man moved towards the sofa, and simply just settled himself. He was a tall man, head full of curly hair and subtle hair on his face. His grey eyes caged me as he fixed his gaze on me.

"Why am I here? Who are you? Where's my dad?" So many questions were running on my mind, this man wasn't like the other one. He seemed less cruel and was able to make me feel relax. Something about him was soothing, at least, at that moment I felt that. He didn't look like a predator who was determined to devour me, unlike the other man.

That man was scary, his electric blue eyes were cold, like a maniac. But this man was different, his grey eyes were cold but warm.

"You need to eat first." The commanding on his voice bothered me, I was clueless with everything and this didn't help me at all.

"Please, I need to know" tears pooled my eyes, clouding my vision. I hated feeling helpless, I have been feeling it for my whole life. Being always at someone's mercy isn't a life to lead, Often I thought death might be better than this. But I was a coward, never I was able to do that would make me free.