Trapped in

One

My vision was blurry as I opened my eyes. I'm back to square one.

The familiar smell of the room hits my nose and it hurts to breathe in here. The room is a mess, it has just one window and has iron bars on it so small my hand can't pass through.

I've been planning my escape for months and you can guess how long I've been here. Now I think it's time I plan his funeral and forget about my escape.

Lest I forget, I'm a black American. I have short brown hair and light brown eyes. I have a boyfriend (scratch that) had. Seeing he probably left me now cause of where I am.

I'm sure everyone probably thinks I'm dead cause it's been two months already. Well, let's not go into me too much.

The room I am in doesn't have much space. The contents of this room are few. a table beside the bed that has a couple of books in it, a small clock hanging on the wall, dirt's all around the floor of the room, and a bed that has me on it chained to the windows.

I'm sure y'all wandering how I managed to escape earlier. Well let's just say I wasn't on an iron chain before, I was tied to a rope and whenever Evan my kidnapper, brings me food, I use the cutleries one by one to loosen my rope plus some other stuff lying around.

But now, he's chained me to the windows but the chain is long enough for me to move around the room but not too far and he brings me food without cutleries. So I eat with my bare hands. Which is so gross.

He goes out around 3 every Wednesday and comes back to meet me around 5. So whatever I'm thinking, I have only two hours Wednesdays, to pick up something.

Let's not forget my abuse. I'm wounded almost every where with scars on my body. I mean, I'm used to all of this 'cause this guy is a psychopath, and I'm gonna make him pay.

He rapes me then gives me drugs and after he feeds me he beats me alot saying I couldn't clean up my mess. I mean, how the hell could I do that if I eat with my hands and Im all chained up.

So y'all know my story now. After each meal I get, I receive a couple of slaps. I'm getting leaner and paler every day 'cause it's not like he gives me good food all the time but let's not forget also, he's very attractive. He's body is built and he has the perfect eyes. He's tall and he's the match for every girls dream guy but that doesn't stop my hatred towards him.

he's a PSYCHO!!

I hear the sound of locks, and he comes into view. Wearing a grey button up t shirt, with a pair of jeans. He looks so sexy but I can't be saying that to or about my psychopath kidnapper. That's just delusional.

He walks up to me, holding out a bowl of chilli and with no spoon in it, as my breakfast. He sets it down on the bed I'm on and walks away. But instead, I push the bowl away from me not wanting any of his sick drugs inside my system.

A little of the chilli pours on the bed while the rest goes to flow crashing down and the bowl scatters. I'm dead
Is all I could say in my head.

I see him freeze on his tracks and he slowly turns back towards me, with a devilish glare. He pulls out the belt holding his jeans and lashes me with it. I scream in pain, I have nowhere to run to or even go to. So I try to avoid the belt as best as I can but it's unfortunate.

He left me with marks like he always does and exits the room with a full mouth smile, seeing he gets pleasure from my pain. He's a sickler.

"Your deaths coming one day. And then, I'll be the one smiling." Is all I could mutter under my breath. And thankfully he didn't get that.

I stare at my body and feel tears threatening to fall out but I hold em and remember the promise I made to myself never to let him see me cry. That'll just be fucked up as hell.

I stare at my body for awhile and decided to suck it all up in. I stretch to the bedside table and reach in for a notebook and a pen.

I get it and start writing.

Day 64 of my kidnap.
I'm still in my shit hole. Well, i tried to escape but it wasnt successful, seeing I know no where around here. Now I'm back to square one and I'm not going anywhere again anymore. Instead, he is.

I'm feeling a little dizzy. Maybe it's what I took yesterday because I haven't taken anything today. That bastard drugged me again. My eyes start to close slowly and before it completely shuts, I see Evan walk In here with a stupid grin plastered to his face.

I guess it's all over for me.

A*N

Y'all, I'm going back to school so I guess updating is gonna take awhile. Sorry guys. 💖Angel