I awoke to the opening and closing of a door in my small prison under Mr. Jetsons house. His bulky figure walked towards the body of my mother and nudged it with his foot.
"She's gone" I whispered, leaning my head against the cement wall and staring out the moon filled window. He killed her. The liquid in the bottle in his hand sloshes when he scratches his head.
"How long ago, slut?" He slurs. His footsteps echo against the floor as he walks towards me.
"Yesterday morning" I shift and the medal cuffs around my wrists and ankles scratch the floor and wall. At first they didn't fit, but he took care of that. He starved me and mom, and then he forced them on. "It was still dark when she stopped moving."
"Damn shame." He says and then leans down. I refuse to look at him, give him the pleasure to know that I am slowly dying. "Guess i'll just have to deal with you then." He stands up and unbuckles his pants. I don't even flinch as the belt comes down again and again. I don't move when he inserts himself inside me again. I don't move when he punches me in the stomach, stands up, and leaves until tomorrow night.
I crawl over to the furnace, moving the cuffs down the pipe they are attached to. Blood trickles on the white rock we found in the corner as I pick it up and put a mark right beside the other fifty five, marking the end of this day, and beginning the next, praying that the red and blue lights from the window marked the last mark on that wall.
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A Little Bit Tougher
RomanceAfter being stolen from her home by her next door neighbor, watching her mother be tortured and die, and being tortured herself, Janie Willson finds herself back at highschool... A week after being found. But when she runs into the son of the police...