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My father did a lot of things to me, things I don’t even want to consider. I wanted to escape, but couldn’t, and now I’m a captive once more. The tears fall freely now. They fall in rivulets down my cheeks, the pain of my past taking a hold.
In the cold, I shiver, and I wish they’d given me a warmer top to wear. The one Hawk gave me earlier is thin, and doesn’t offer heat. I cry myself to sleep because it’s the only way I can find rest. Nothing else will ever bring me calm.
When I wake, I’m lying on the cold hard bed. My body aches in places I didn’t think it could ache in. There are no sounds, which means I’m still alone in the dank shit hole they put me in. I turn over and open my eyes, and I find the basement room filled with unnatural light.
“Fuck,” I grit as the glare burns my retinas. I push to sit and take in the room. A groan rumbles in my chest when I stand. A ring light which looks like those influencers use to film videos shines down on me, and a speaker echoes to life in the concrete room.
“She’s awake,” Falcon’s voice tinkles from the corners of my hell.
I glance up, causing my head to spin. Confusion clouds my thoughts, and once again, it’s as if I’ve lost a few days to my life. “How…? What day is it?”
“You’ve been asleep for about…” he hangs the words in the air, and I wait until he chuckles and tells me, “forty-eight hours.”
“Two days?”
“Well,” Falcon taunts. “You had some help. We needed you calm for the next step in our plan.” There is a nonchalance to him which makes me angry. I told them about my pain, about what I dealt with and they’re still treating me like a monster.
“What is going on?”
“I’ve been told to watch you while those fuckers go and finish a job,” he tells me, the satisfaction in his tone makes me want to punch him in the face. He knows he’s in control and he’s enjoying it far too much.
“I need the restroom,” I tell him, hoping he’ll show me some mercy.
A chuckle echoes in the room. “Good,” he says. “Then I get to see the princess take a piss.”
“You’re vile,” I bite out as anger takes over the emotions which had thwarted my perception of them the night of my admissions. “I told you what you wanted to know, and now you’re treating me as if I were a prisoner.”
“You are a prisoner, Goldilocks,” Falcon says as he laughs out loud. A buzzing comes from somewhere beside my bed. “I left you a little gift. Feel free to send me nude selfies when I’m not here.”
I realize there’s a cell phone at my feet, and I pick it up, praying I’ll be able to call the police, but the moment I swipe to unlock it, I realize it’s locked to all outgoing calls.
“Oh, and don’t even bother trying,” Falcon informs me. “I’ve made sure you’re only able to contact one of the three of us.” Of course he did. When I was upstairs, I got a glimpse into their lives. Falcon is the computer genius, while Crow is the leader. Even though it’s not his title officially, he has a commanding presence which holds everyone in the room hostage.
Hawk is the silent killer. I was convinced I was dead when he wrapped his fingers around my neck. The squeeze of them still a phantom tingle on my neck. His fingers long gone, but the memory of them clear as fucking day.
I doubt I’ll get out of this house alive. There is clearly a plan they’ve concocted to make me pay for my father’s sins. I realized the other night, there is no amount of begging to free me from this prison.
“A pretty, yet sad girl,” Falcon remarks, dragging me from my thoughts. “How I wish she was naked right now.” His laugh vibrates through the speaker, through me. Nothing will bring me greater pleasure than to watch him squirm.
I have never wanted to cause someone pain as much as I do him. It doesn’t matter how good looking the bastard is, he’s still a fucking asshole. A hot one, but an asshole. Suddenly, the speaker stops and the silence in the room is deafening. The phone in my hand vibrates, and I find a photo from Falcon showing me a thumbs up. I’m not sure if they have cameras in here, but I flash him a middle finger. I have no doubt in my mind he can see me.
The men have no morals. I can’t expect them to have any sympathy for me. It doesn’t matter that I’m female, I’m still the villain in their story. Or rather my dad is. Which makes me a villain in their books.
