His Broken Luna

Father Dearest Plans

**Reigns POV***

I woke up in a dark, wet, musky cell with my foot shackled to the floor. The chain only allows me to barely reach the cell door. The lighting here is so poor it is hard to see anything or make out anything that is in the room. But that's because the light is in the hallway at the other end. I begin walking around with my hands out and shuffling with my feet, I stumble across an empty bucket at first. I actually knocked it over so after getting it back up I continue on finding a small pile of blankets that's meant to be a bed. A pretty crap bed at that. After what feels like forever I manage to figure out there is only a bed or what could be called a bed and a bucket. After that was done I begin counting my steps around the room, to the bed, the bucket and the door. I learned to do this after some of the things my father had done to me. Everytime we moved I was only allowed in certain areas or endure his wrath. I found the reasoning to be when he wanted to punish me he'd lock me in a room on a chain and I could only go so far just like now. It's a tactic to limit my senses and instill fear so I have no clue what's going on.

But the thing is I learn and l learn quickly on how to adapt in certain circumstances. I don't think my dad has anything to do with this, maybe the guy he was trying to sell me to? I'm not sure though. That day is still foggy to me. But from what I can tell no one else is here. There's no sound, not even from rats or mice. So I'm sure I'm here alone. I'm trying to figure out how I got here though. I remember going to the mall with Kieran, putting my clothes away but that's it. But what happened afterwards? "Neoma?" Nothing it's quiet from her. "Neoma, are you there?" Still nothing. What the hell? She doesn't usually ignore me since we've met. And that's when reality sets in and the tears begin to flow. Maybe I dreamt everything and Kieran didn't rescue me, Neoma doesn't exist and my dad managed to sell me off to who knows what type of person or what they'll do to me.

Or maybe this is just a nightmare that I can't wake up from, having trouble waking up from. So I pinch myself hoping and praying it's a nightmare. But reality sets in, I pull the knees to my chest and cry in silence. My heart is shattering, did I make everything up? My thoughts are quickly pulled from me as I hear a metal door creaking open and the smell of alcohol is filling the cells up. The thuds of work boots hit the floors and eyes widened, flash backs swarm my head. Is it dad? I swear that's what I'm reminded of and I move to the farthest corner I can get to. But it's not like I can hide anywhere. Something is smacking the cell doors as the person walks by whistling. There are no emotions in this person, like they enjoy torturing people. Prolonging their presence to me, it's all game. And fear is rising in my body.

Then the footsteps stop I still can't tell who the person is. "Hello little one, are you comfortable?" The unknown man asks with a chuckle. "I'm sure you are, you're used to this kind of environment and treatment. You'll feel just at home now, won't we?" He continues laughing. Now he's standing in front of the cell but I can't see his features with the hood of his jacket over his head and poor lighting. He slides a tray of food over to me "Eat up you'll need your strength. I'll be back in 30 minutes." He walks away hitting the cell doors and whistling like before and then you hear the metal door creek shut behind him. The food that's on the tray is a sandwich with some type of meat, some type of mush that I'm unsure of what it is and a glass of liquid. Since the glass has no smell I'm assuming it's water. If I have learned anything from my dad is that I'll need my strength for whatever is to come, which I'm sure I can handle. That's not the point though. I need to get out of here and get to safety. I just have no clue where I'm at, yet. Maybe I can play this man and figure out my surroundings to get freedom. To get to safety. I just have to stay strong, play along and maybe just maybe I'll be able to get out of here. I begin eating the food that was handed to me and drink the water. While thinking of the different scenarios that could happen and thinking of ways to escape.