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“You’re playing hard to get huh? You freak. You’re all mine tonight.”
"Uncle, let me go please," I begged.
In the hopes that Trey, in his inebriated state, would listen, I begged. However, he appeared to be so consumed by his insanity that he refused to stop. As he rubbed himself against me and kissed down the back of my neck, I could only smell the stink of alcohol.
He pushed me back against the table. "We could make it easy or hard either way I am going to have you."
I could already see his hands running down as if he owned my body. I trembled when his hands touched my bosom.The fact that I was trapped against the table and immobile as he applied his hardness to me made it more difficult. The sudden footsteps of someone approaching made Trey remove his hands from my body.
We both turned to watch the handle click with someone at the other end. I watched in joy, my eyes sparkling almost instantly to meet the person behind the door, while Trey had a dismaying and disappointed expression on his face.
Trey waved his hand, sending the contents of the table on the floor just as the door was about to open. Squeezing my eyes shut, I quickly opened them again after hearing the clattering sound of the dishes I had been working so hard on.
I turned to see Trey’s wife, Jorja at the doorway after giving Trey a look that said he had gone nuts. Jorja didn't appear to have witnessed anything, and when I felt a sting on the side of my cheek, I was still in disbelief at my uncle's behavior and the fact that he had acted irrationally.
Startled by what he had done, I collapsed on the ground. I glanced at the plates that were lying on the floor, shattered and in pieces, and the contempt on both of their faces.
"Is this what you do now?" Even intoxicated, Trey attempted to maintain a steady gaze while waving his finger at me. "You are going to pay for breaking those dishes. Freak.”
"Yes, make her pay." Jorja’s voice resounded in agreement. A tear ran down my cheek as I watched in shock. I secretly hoped that all of this would come to an end.
Maybe the best way out of my situation was to die. Trey and his wife Jorja exchanged glances. I was almost able to predict what would happen right away. One of two things was that I couldn't think about it, and the other was that I would be beaten until I passed out.
Adjacent to our current location, I glanced toward the rat-infested tool room, which had resembled a dungeon for many years. Even though I couldn't recall how many nights I had spent on its chilly, exposed ground, I most definitely didn't want to do it tonight.
Trey dragged me to the room’s door.
"Please, uncle." I begged.
As Jorja shoved me in and ran out the door behind me, I could hear their ominous laughter. …
My sobs reverberated throughout the room's four walls. While my heart longed for freedom, it felt like something not forthcoming. I could have sworn that I wanted a different life, one that I would understand, one that was free from torments and pain, but it didn't seem like I was going to have it anytime soon because I was forever trapped here. Caged to even escape.
If my mother who was Trey’s sister hadn’t died after giving birth to me, I wouldn’t have ended up with Trey. And as for my father, he could not bear the pain after losing my mother that he fell into a condition called overdose as a result of too much intake of drugs.
I curled myself against my knee listening as it rained softly outside. A cold air found itself Into the room, already I could hear the sound of howls and music from a distance.
I tried all I could to shut out the noise but the more I did, the more it felt like I could hear the sound from my subconscious mind.
I got up and peered through the only window in the room that was a bit higher than. it should have been. Looking around, I realized this room might have been built for this exact purpose; to keep people in. The urge to escape grew stronger as I heard the drumming stop and the voice of someone talking to Trey and his wife replaced it.
The window looked just the right size for me to fit through so I looked around for anything that I could climb just to reach the height. When my gaze found a metal bucket, my heart leaped with hope. Soon I was on the same level with the window, I looked in either direction before lifting myself fully up to the window and then it happened. A deafening noise filled the room as the bucket tumbled over, my heart was prickling with fear as I expected that he'd come at any moment. A moment passed and all I could hear was the sound of my heart beating heavily, When it seemed as though Trey had actually passed out from being too drunk and wouldn't show up at any moment, I continued with my antics.
With quick paces I made my way away from the house, running down the path that led far away from the pack.
Each time I looked behind to be certain Trey wasn't coming after me, I would probably be skinned alive if caught but what's the worst that could happen?
One more time, I looked over my shoulder while turning a bend ahead. I could see a bonfire and hear the voices not too far with a smile of victory crawling around my face. The smile was short-lived however, I heard a twig break from behind and turned to look.
Turning back again I bumped into a hard manly frame. A strong grip crawled around my wrist holding me still and I looked up to an unexpected sight.
With my heart beating lightly, I looked up at the man who stood a few inches taller than I was and was scared. It was Trey.
Grabbing me by the hair, I was dragged back while I screamed in pain. Torture, torment, I have experienced this without a single moment of happiness in my life.
“I told you this girl is of no use darling. She’s useless.” Jorja said as Trey stumbled and pushed me to the cold floor.
“Call Nirvana and let him know we’ll hand her over now.” Trey said as he went back and shut the door.
“Finally.” Jorja smiled as she made her way to the phone.
I wonder who Nirvana was. I soon fell asleep on the cold floor while Jorja was still making calls to Nirvana.
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