I never thought my life would be like this; trapped in a dark room and scared for my life.
A blindfold was wrapped around my head, covering my eyes, making me completely blind and on high alert.
My breathing was ragged and I could smell the mold tha...
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I was in a slump for the next few days. I barely got out of the bed and rarely ate. Logan never came back after I kicked him out and instead had his men bring a sandwich every couple of hours, never staying long enough to have a conversation.
I guess he knows I'm good at making friends with the enemy.
I was losing weight rapidly and I now remember when I starved for a week the last time I pushed him away, but I was willing to go longer than that.
If I was to survive, I had to let him go. He had betrayed me one too many times for me to be stupid enough to go back to him, no matter how much I loved him.
The door swung open, one of the guards stepping through with a sandwich on a plate in his hands. This guard was nice, always bringing me the occasional water bottle secretly. I still didn't know his name, but I was making progress with him. He was a tall guy, in his mid twenties. Dark black hair and brown eyes, his muscles bulging against his uniform that consisted of army pants and a black t-shirt. He had a long scar running from his right temple across his eye and to his upper lip.
He looked at the side table where the previous one sat in its entirety. He sighed and came over and switched them before turning around.
"Wait." I called weakly, raising my arm to stop him. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to face me slowly.
"My wound. It's infected." I told him, lifting my shirt to show him. He remained silent, obeying his orders not to talk to me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. How did he manage to make them so loyal in such a little amount of time?
"Please? Can you at least get me something to clean it? There's nothing in here." I pleaded, gesturing around the room. He glanced around frantically, terrified he was going to get caught disobeying.
He looked up, brown eyes connecting with mine. He nodded once and turned on his heel, rushing out of the door. I was finally getting to him.
After a few minutes, the door opened again, almost silently this time and he slipped in holding a towel and other supplies in the crook of his arm.
He closed the door silently and walked over to me. He laid everything on the side table next to the sandwich and helped me sit up.
I coughed a few times, the pain shooting up my side. I pulled up my shirt and tossed it off to the side to get better access. Luckily, I still had my bra on.
The guard kept his eyes on the floor, still obeying orders.
I rested my hand on his arm, making him look at me. "It's fine. Please just help me." I told him, pointing to my side that was oozing puss.
He nodded and took the alcohol and towel into his hands, soaking the towel with it.
He hesitatingly pressed the towel against the wound, eliciting a quiet groan from me. His eyes flicked up to mine for a second before shooting back down to the wound.
