I've gotten so used to the shit that happens to me that I've learned to accept it. Who puts a person to gunpoint at school in front of just to threaten me?!
I hear the doorbell ring. I look out the window to see who was by the door.
No one. Ethan. My paranoia has taken over me.
I go down the stairs and slowly open the door. There's no one to my left or right. I look down and see an envelope. My heart skips a beat. Of fucking course. I pick up the envelope and see who it was from. No name. It only said "Julia Castoro". Whoever sent this doesn't know about the last name change. Ethan. My paranoia started again. I check my surroundings one last time before closing the door and going back upstairs into my room. I stare at the envelope for a good twenty minutes until I finally start to open it. Whatever's inside is lumpy, but there's also a piece of paper. I'm scared. My heart starts racing.
I start to open it. There's a polaroid photo. It was of a girl. Hanging from a rope. Savannah. I screamed and quickly threw it out of my hand and ran into the bathroom. I felt like throwing up. I still had the letter in my hands. I slowly opened it. It read:
Mi amor... I've come back for you. We're meant to be together. You should probably check on her. If you don't, you'll go to jail. I kinda wrote a suicide note that may or may not include your name. See you soon, mi amor.
I'm speechless. There are so many things wrong with this but I only have two options. Get kidnapped for trying to save my dying frien- I mean, person, or let that person die and go to jail for something I didn't do. I'm 18 now and I could serve a full sentence, too. Ethan knows this and is taking advantage of me for it. He knows I can be punished just as much as a regular adult. My computer chimes in my room, scaring the crap out of me. I walked out of the bathroom slowly with the letter still in my hand. It's from Unknown. Ethan. There's an image attachment. Not gonna lie, I was curious to see what was happening. My life was straight out of a scary movie at this point. It was either I do something and save a life or do nothing and risk mine. Building up my courage, I open the text. It was another picture of Savannah, lying on the floor.
Oh shit! I think to myself. This is real.
I rushed to put on my shoes and head to Savannah's house for definite kidnapping, but before I do, I text my Mom that I'll be going to a college early. I haven't really thought about what I'm going to do once I'm kidnapped. I just don't think people really think about this stuff. Sarcasm. Mom probably won't even check on me.
I enter Savannah's house. Of course, the door, is already open. Ethan's waiting for me. I know it.
"Hello?" I ask out loud. Obviously. I walk upstairs, into Savannah's room. I know that what I'm doing is stupid and is going to get me kidnapped, raped, or even worse, killed, but what more do I have? No one is in Savannah's room. No Savannah lying on the floor. No one hanging. Nothing. I just stood there. Not moving.
Suddenly, I feel a hand grab my mouth from behind. It was a rough grab. Not like Ethan's grab. This grab. It was angry. It was stronger.
A needle gets stuck into my left arm and knocks me out. I guess they updated the pill method...
I wake up in a cage, chained to the top of it, but only by the hands. My sense of feeling comes back to me. I scrunch my feet up into fetal position. I regain my sense of sight. There's a man with a hood over his face standing in front of me, holding his groin. Disgusting.
"Please let me go" I say in my whimpering voice, knowing it wouldn't go anywhere.
"How are you feeling?" he ignores my plead and smiled through his hood. It wasn't Ethan. Ethan smirks.
"Well" I start off, planning on giving him one of my badass answers, "I feel like calling the cops" I scoff.
"But you can't" the man stops holding his groin and relaxes.
"What do I have to do to get out of here?" I roll my eyes.
"I could think of a few thing," he starts to step to my cage.
"Oh really?" I start shaking. Please, oh please, don't be what I'm thinking.
"Yep" he assures himself.
"Oh real-" I'm interrupted as he flashes me to reveal his, what I hadn't expected, huge dick. To be honest, it didn't even look like it should be attached to a human. But anyways.
"I've seen smaller" I insult.
"Test it out and you won't say that again" he smirks. I'm trying to get him to open the cage.
"Fuck me then" I shrug. I used the same line with Ethan. You know, my brother.
He rushes to my cage. I didn't want sex but if it got me out of this goddamn cage, then I was all for it.
He's halfway through unlocking my cage until another man enters from behind him and speaks to him in a different language, other than English or Spanish.
He immediately stops letting me out, which causing me to sink my head down into my chest.
They speak in English again.
"Yo. Whatchu doing Marcel?" the other man asks, sounding familiar.
"Oh, boss..." Marcel, apparently, answers back, nervous. Whoever this "boss" is must be scary.
"You tryna let her go? Do we have to talk again?" the stranger emphasized the word "talk". That mustn't be good.
"Sorry, Roman. She threatened m-" Roman, I'm learning everyone's name, interrupts him and tells him to get the woman. No emphasis on the woman.
After about ten minutes of hearing kicking and screaming coming down what seems to be a very empty hallway, Marcel opens the door on the opposite side holding a woman, a pregnant woman, by her hands behind her. What is this madness?! Ethan surely upped his game.
He pushes her to the ground as if she was paper and she falls on her stomach. I want to help her so much. The baby is probably dying. The woman looks malnourished and dirty. Sticky. Beaten. Broken.
Marcel turns off the lights. The cages started turning red, which was pretty girly to me but also something very intimidating.
It was so dark I couldn't see her face or anything besides the outline of the cage. It's like the other half of the room disappeared. I could see nothing beyond my side.
The man leaves after flicking a light switch which made my cage flicker four times. Then, he closed the door. The woman started screaming and crying and banging on the door. I couldn't see her, but I could only hear her. I wanted to calm her down. The room started to get hot. Just my surroundings. The woman grew quiet. All of a sudden, I could feel my skin sticking onto the cage. My hair, which was tangled onto the back of the cage, starts to burn. I let out a loud cry. I realized the cage was heating up. It felt like a metal sauna stuck to my skin. It was gruesome. I tried kicking and extending my legs but the front door of the cage was also heating up. My hands were still handcuffed to the top left and right corners of the cage. My ass was suffering the most, having it rest on the hot metal. After ten minutes of squirming and crying to get out of the cage, I gave up. I let the metal stick to my skin. My hair stuck to my face from all the sweat.
I tried my best to stay still so that each movement wouldn't hurt as much as the next.
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Lo Siento
Teen FictionAfter being outcasted by her best friend, Julia decides to change her friends, but she doesn't fully research who she seeks refuge with. There is smut so if you are under 18 I encourage you to not read this, which you probably are anyway. the ending...