Mr.Dechart

14

Three weeks had passed since I was kidn*pped. After my stunt with the pepper spray, Austin had his men roughly check to make sure I didn't have anything else on me that I could use for a weapon and if I'm being honest, I know he didn't do that for that reason. He wanted to humiliate me. He wanted to show me that if I continued to act the way I was, I would suffer at the snap of his hands. 

His men were just like him. Trained killers. They were ruthless. Some of them tried to be s****l towards me here and there by Austin dealt with them. Once he found out, I never saw those men again. New people replaced them and I was just back to square one again. 

There was this one guy who actually tried to help me escape from here but he was murdered on sight. He begged and pleaded with Austin, but of course he didn't care. 

Sometimes he would let me come to his room and take a shower. I would sometimes get to sleep in there as well, but always on the floor. Never on the bed. Austin told me that if I want to have privileges, I need to be a obedient good little girl. And so I have. I've grown accustomed to it. Austin has made sure that everyday he degrades me and let's me know that no one will come for me. 

Ever since that guy tried to help me escape, Austin has stopped giving me privileges. I'm no longer the obedient good little girl in his eyes. If you asked me, I would say that Austin is a psycho. 

But nobody asks me that. Nobody says anything to me. Nobody has came in my room ever since Austin killed that nice man. He even made me clean up the blood from the floor, wash the carpet, and burn his clothes even though he has people for that. 

Since then, I haven't tried escaping. Not wanting to risk my life or anyone else life in the process. But also, Austin hasn't let me leave this room. I don't even get to take a shower. I haven't took one in three days. He hasn't like a maid come in here and feed me nor give me water. I prayed to god to let me die here in this jail cell, but he keeps pushing me. 

I've peed my pants but he doesn't care. The first week he left me in here, I screamed and begged for someone- anyone to come and help me. But nobody would. Or more so, they couldn't. Nobody could help as they were afraid that they would be in my position or worse. They didn't want to be chained to a wall without being able to take a shower, eat, or drink any water. 

I don't do anything but sit there and sleep. Sometimes it's hard to sleep with the pain in my stomach from starvation and dehydration. I could feel my body starting to feel week and I hoped that Austin would have mercy on me and would come in here today. 

It looks like my prayers have been answered, when the door opens and darkness fades away a little bit before the light overshadows it. The door then closed and the light was suddenly turned on. I came face to face with him. 

"You smell so bad." He said. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and when they did, I looked up at Austin as he stared down at me. I could tell he wanted to laugh at the expression on his face but I just wanted to cry. 

"Austin please. I can't stay in here any longer." I could fell tears starting to swell in my eyes and I knew I was gonna start crying at some point. 

"And that's my problem because?" He said with such aggression in his voice. Tears stared to fall down my face as I really started to realize that I was all alone. 

"I'm begging you. Please don't make me stay in here anymore. I'm so hungry and my throat is dry. My body feels week day by day. I don't know how much more I can take." He rolled his eyes. 

"What will I get in it for me?" My eyes went wide and I realized that he would never care about me but always about himself. 

"Whatever you want." It pained me to say, but I had to. I would die in this basement and I'm sure I would die out of it, but I tried to cling on to hope for as long as I could. 

Austin had a grin on his face as he started walking over to me. I looked down, ashamed at the decision I made but I knew that I was not only helping myself live, but I was helping my family out if they were still looking for me.