Lo Siento

16

They took me off the chains. My hands were now free. I was like an animal in a cage. My arms are paler than normal due to the lack of oxygen to them. I haven't showered in 3 days. My period starts in two days. I also start Cornell tomorrow. I haven't eaten in 24 hours. When they did feed me, it would be just canned soup. Cold, canned soup, and a plastic spoon.

"Yo" James looks at me after closing the cage. He has his mask off again. I don't respond.

"So you're really not going to respond after I taught you a lesson the other day?" he slams the cage, furiously.

I remember back to two nights ago. When he- you know. I never want that to happen again.

"I'm sorry" I finally speak.

"Ahh. That's better." he smirks, "So what's up with you?" I ignore his terrible grammar, again.

"Are you really going to talk to me now?" I snapped back.

"Don't yell at me" he yells shaking the cage.

"At least I fucking answered you!" I snapped back again. He doesn't answer now. He's such a hypocrite.

"Ethan's out" he says two minutes after walking around the cage. I don't respond.

"See. Now you don't want to answer." he smirks.

"Whatever" I get up off the floor. Finally stretching my legs out.

"I know you and him had a little..." he laughs, "...thing" he licks his lips smirking. I use my hands to, barely, cover myself in embarrassment.

"Speaking of covering yourself..." he walks to a toolbox. He takes out his mask and some clothes.

"Make sure you don't tell Ethan you saw my face." he puts the mask back on over his face.

"What do you mean 'not tell him'? He's coming here?!" I exclaim, scared to see him again.

He doesn't answer verbally but he hands me the clothes he took out of the toolbox through the small hole in the cage where they gave me food. I examine the clothes. They were really fancy. It was a blue dress without straps or sleeves. It was long, up to the middle of my calves, and would accent my breasts a lot though. Very exposed.

"Why do I need this?" I question.

He still doesn't respond. He never responds for a guy who hates when people don't respond. He walks to the room door and opens it. I drop the dress as I see who enters. He walks in, two feet away from the cage, with two men behind him. They look familiar.

"No." I whine, "No!"

"Hey babe, he smirks, "Aw. You haven't put on the dress I sent?" he frowns. How could he still do this? Even though he knows we're family.

"Put it on." he continues, his voice gets deeper. Prison must've changed him. I don't move. I stand there.

"Put it on" he pulls out a pocket knife by his waist. I started to cry out of fear. I step into the dress and adjust the fit slowly, my eyes watering.

"Good girl," he closes the knife and puts it in his back pocket.

"Marcel..." he still stares at me while calling him, "...open the cage" he instructs. Marcel walks to the cage. He has his mask on this time. All of their masks only showed cutouts of their eyes and mouth and nose. He looks at me while unlocking the cage. I could tell he knew something was about to happen.