Veleno

Chapter 4

“Nothing that concerns you.” I said viciously.

 If possible, his eyes darkened more. Seems like someone is too used to receiving blind obedience.

 “Perhaps, something related to your father?” He said, grabbing a chair from somewhere around the room and placing it right in front of me as he sat there.

 I wanted to freak out. I really did. For a second, I thought that my father sent him. But my heart, for some reason was denying that this blue eyed devil has anything to do with my father.

 “No. I don’t know where he is. And if he stole some of your money than it’s his problem not mine. I say you release me.” I said as calmly as I can be.

 “Oh princess, you think it’s that easy? Yeah your father stole from me. And I want him dead. And the fact his little baby girl is with me?" He cooed. "That ought to do it to scare the crap out of him.”

 HE WOULD’T CARE LESS. I wanted to scream this at his face.

 But I don't want him to know he did or what he was, it will always be a secret.

 “Now princess. Last chance, wanna tell us where your father is?” He asked, too sweetly.

 “I really don’t know.” I said, again.

 “Well then” He said, standing up. “let’s see how much time it will take to break you in.” He gave me a once over. His sickening smirk growing dark each second. 

 I had an uneasy feeling when he said this. I knew the next few days will be painful. Physically and emotionally.

 Amelia, you’ve been through much worse than this. It will be okay. My inner goddess tried to comfort me.

 Before he left, he turned towards the two other men in the room, who I presume, were the ones present here when I woke up and said,

 “Do your worst.”

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3 days.

 It’s been 3 f*****g days.

 And I’m still stuck in this hell hole.

I’ve lost count of my broken bones. I’ve a black eye turning purple. I think my nose is broken like my non surviving ribs. There isn't a mirror here, but I have a lot of experience to know how I must've looked like. This all too familiar pain catching up tp me.

Even breathing f*****g hurts like a b***h.

They totally followed their boss's orders and did their worst. But they still couldn’t get a single information.

Because I knew nothing about his whereabouts.

They shifted me in a cell kind of place every time they grew tired. Only some rats and darkness are here to surround me. I was scared like s**t the first time when I heard squeaking noises. But now I feel it's better than being alone.

But unlike the other two nights, last night was the worst.

When they dumped me here last night, the emotional stress caught up to me and I cried. I cried until I had nothing left in me but this numbness to deal with.

I was sitting in the corner, trying to breathe slowly. The rats were making their squeaking noises again. Probably sharing the remaining crumbs of bread I left for them.

At this point, I didn’t even knew what to think, my tears were drained, every part of my body hurts.

And at this point, only one thought was roaming in my mind. Maybe it’s my destiny.

No.

You're not weak and pathetic. You've survived so far you will survive this too. I focused on pushing that thought away.

I closed my eyes and tried to catch some sleep. Maybe tomorrow, they are finally gonna end this misery and kill me. Or I'm gonna find a way to escape.

Either way, this has to end.

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“Worthless”

“A dumb b***h”

“Couldn’t even do one thing properly”

“It’s like you want me to beat you”

“You good for nothing. Your beaten ass is staining my floor, get up and clean it.”

 Sometimes it’s like I can feel him, his words, every hit I endured, every cruel curse thrown at me. At first, I blamed my mom for leaving me alone with a cruel monster. But as I grew up, I realized it wasn’t her fault.

It’s almost dawn, and I woke up to yet another nightmare.

Every night, I actually wonder how did I end up here? Why is my life such a f*****g mess? Why couldn't I deserve a normal life?

I tried to run away. Leave everything behind. Finally have a happy, normal life. But here I am again, bleeding and in my own pool of pain. In some sick dungeon looking cell.

I sighed. How much more?

“Well good morning to you too princess”

I got startled as I turned my head around to look at the metal rod door, and was rewarded with those mesmerizing blue eyes that I’ve been unconsciously craving to see there days.