Cold.
Dark.
Wet.
Hurt.
The agonizing pain.
The strong grip of the rope.
It's been 4 months. 16 weeks. 122 days since the day I was kidnapped. Has everybody forgotten about me? Was I that unimportant?
Worthless?
Didn't anybody care about the fact that I, Alicia Starks was missing? Didn't anybody miss me? How much longer am I going to stay here?
I tried not to lose hope. I tried with all I had left. I would keep trying but my mind seemed to be giving into the inviting warmth of the light.
I'm starting to get weaker, too. The first month consisted of 3 meals a day, the second month it was cut down to 2 meals, and the rest of the time of me being here the meals suddenly got cut down to a meal a day. They were trying to kill me, slowly and painfully. I realized that in the first month.
I pray every day, with the hope of living. Surviving. I've been sitting in the same place, in the exact same position without being able to move for 4 months. Okay, maybe that's a lie. But believe me when I say, I wish I sat in the exact same position for 4 months rather than moving.
Correction; Getting moved. Onto the floor. I get a beating every day. Around the same time. And that, is exactly how I kept track of the days. There was nothing else I could count on.
And when I thought the situation couldn't have gotten any worse, I should've known that I had spoken too soon.
My body was now contaminated, I was no longer pure. Filthy hands, they were. Never in my life had I been this scared, this humiliated, this cheap.
I was all alone in this, I understood that after awhile.
My thoughts were interrupted with a smash. I couldn't see anything, with or without the blindfold. It was dark and cold here in what I'm guessing the cellar. Why would they want to blindfold me too?
"Hey little bitch." The man with the deepest voice of all the group greeted me. That is, if you called that a greeting. I hadn't eaten anything yet, but I couldn't understand as to why he was untying me.
"Ready for your suprise?" Suprise? What in the wo-A hand slapped my face red. I could practically feel the 5-finger handprint forming. I was suddenly kicked on the floor. Falling on my broken arm did not help this situation. At all.
They had broken my arm a few weeks ago. Nobody cared to aid me. Nobody seemed to care that I was crying every night just because it hurt so Goddamn much.
I heard a swooshing in the air before what I'm assuming, a belt connected with my back. I screamed in pain. I caught myself trying to dig into the floor as if it were possible.
I needed to get away. This was becoming too much. I couldn't handle the leather side let alone the metal. The metal hook of his belt kept digging through my back. I was getting pretty weak as I cried for him to stop. He didn't listen.
They never listen.
I was the slave and I was getting my "treat".
The belt stopped, at the time I was probably bleeding. Just when I had thought it was over, the man picked me up by my broken arm, harshly. I yelped in pain, trying to stand up straight.
"How's the arm? Any better?" He sneered. I knew just about what he was planning to do. Pleading whispers and fast head shaking got e nowhere as he broke my arm's lower part. I fell onto the floor screaming. When was this nightmare going to be over?
He pulled my arms back and started tying the rope. The pain was unbearable. I was going to die in this cellar, I somehow knew that.
"Yo B! We got a problem! Code blue!" Someone shouted from upstairs. The man who was tying me froza and immediately ran upstairs. I tried my best to eavesdrop.
"Are you fucking kidding me? That's gonna last for days!"
"What the fuck am I supposed to do? Banks isn't here. We gotta get to him. I need the payment. I ain't trading it for shit."
"What about the girl?"
"We're not feeding her anymore, remember? Instead of hearing endless cries for days, I'd rather be out cutting the dicks off. She can rot here."
"Alright then. Banks won't know what hit him."
After a few hours, just making sure that they wouldn't come back anytime soon, I tried to save my hands from the rope, which turned out pretty easy minus the pain, since the man forgot to tie it properly. My arm was killing me, I was trying my best not to faint.
I was a fighter.
I could get through this.
I almost forgot about my pain when I opened the door out of the cellar. I winced when sunlight hit me. It seemed like almost noon. I had enough time I believed.
I ran to the door, with full hope and desire of escape. Once I realised it was locked, I tried every other openable windows, door, other entrances. Once I passed a mirror, I couldn't dare to look. I was afraid of the possibilities of what I might had to take in.
When I found the last window I tried unlocked; I just knew that luck was finally on my side.
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