Isolation

Found

I have no idea where I am, where I have been for a long time now. I lost count of how many days they’ve had me now, day and night no longer mean anything here to them or to me. They’ve done nothing but use me, torture me, and violate me. I can’t take it anymore. I just wanna die but they won’t kill me. I can’t remember the last time I slept or ate anything, my head is constantly hurting along with the unhealed scars that decorate my body. “Hey, kid!” Acheron and Dion walk into the room that holds my cage. I never quite understood what those criminals felt behind the bars of their cells, not until I was behind similar bars. At least Jackie never forgot to feed them for almost a week. I look up at my wardens, “You stink!” Acheron laughed at himself as Dion shook his head and said: “It’s bathing time.” He opened my cage as Acheron gripped my arm and hauled me out completely naked and covered in dry blood.

They hosed me down outside and left me there to air dry. “Enjoyed your bath?” Christoph asked as he rounded the corner of the shack they’ve been keeping me at. He smiled at the sight of me being entirely vulnerable. I can’t take this anymore. He grabs me and tosses me over his shoulder taking me to my room. I thought he would put me inside of my cage, it seemed he had other plans. They get like this all of the time, insatiable. He touches me with his rough hands pinching and squeezing places that should have been for my husband. Places that should have remained sacred. I can’t do this anymore. I feel a warm liquid fall from my eyes. I haven’t cried in a while. I squeeze my eyes shut and let my mind drift into a safe place until he is finished. My mind drifts a bit too deep though, I find myself thinking of a dream I once had.

Kill me, please! Christoph's body heat encases me. So you are alive. I imagined I smelled the scent of your carcass. My eyes pop open in surprise. Am I imagining things? I’ve never heard that voice before. It terrified me because I could feel the presence of who the voice belonged to. A presence I hadn’t felt since I got kidnapped. But, Christoph doesn’t stop, he doesn’t know that the presence is there. He continues to use my body for his pleasure not caring that he’s opened my old wounds and I am bleeding. I close my eyes again so sure I am imagining everything and praying that this will be over soon. “Christoph! We’ve got company!” Dion’s voice travels through the rundown shack. “I’m not finished.” He replies. All of a sudden Acheron’s body crashes through the wall of my room and lands next to us on the floor.