"Let me show you how to love yourself the way that I love you baby."
What happens when the girl that deems herself invisible is finally seen by someone she thought would never look her way? Will he teach her how to love not only herself but him as w...
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Raelle
Three Weeks.
Three weeks of me being held hostage in the back room of some random ass house. Three weeks of being forced to sit and look at a bare white wall for the majority of the day before finally having enough and falling asleep. The only reason why I had any concept of time was the fact that it was a small digital clock placed on the only piece of furniture in this room which was a wooden desk. The carpet in here was disgusting, and it smelled horribly in here. I wouldn't be surprised if this shit was some type of crack house.
I couldn't even attempt to run because they had tied both my wrists together tightly behind my back doing the same with both my ankles but they were front facing which forced me to remain in a seated position at all times. These bitches didn't even have the audacity to put a bed in here so I was just slumped against a wall in the corner of the room staring hopelessly at either the wall in front of me or the door to the room waiting for someone to come in.
There was only one person that I saw everyday so far and that was Candice. Apparently she had been given the task to take care of me which I'm pretty sure her obsessed ass volunteered to do. For my first week she refused to give me any food which had me on the verge of passing out on several occasions. She would only give me water every now and then to keep me alive. My mouth was always so dry from me being dehydrated, and not to mention she had cranked the heat up so high in here that it literally felt like hell. I had soaked through my clothes with sweat so bad that they were clinging to my body. She wouldn't even untie me to go to the bathroom so I was literally sitting in piss. Thank God I didn't have anything on my stomach so all I was doing was peeing. I smelt horrible and at this point I just wanted to die. She was trying to break me physically and she was doing a damn good job at it.
Week two without food and my body had become so numb. My mind was telling me I wasn't even hungry anymore, even going as far as to make me feel full, but the constant growling of my stomach proved otherwise. I had such low energy that it was hard to even stay awake for long periods of time. I was going in and out of consciousness and I honestly preferred it that way. When I was unconscious I could pretend I wasn't here. I would imagine the last time I saw Dominic and how happy we had been before I left for the mall. I would imagine his smile and the way the words I love you rolled so effortlessly off his lips. Thinking about that was the highlight of every day, so I honestly became excited everytime my eyes would close.
Week three had to have been the worst week yet. Candice had gotten bold and decided to start hitting me. It was mostly because I was talking shit at every turn because I wasn't about to sit in this funky ass room and not raise hell with the little energy that I did have. She was now giving me water daily to keep me alive, but she still wasn't feeding me nor letting me shower. I felt so gross and was disgusted by the smell of myself. She would come in here twice a day to give me water and taunt me by eating in front of me. I swear I wanted to kill this bitch, and I had never felt that way about another person before and actually meant it.
