AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Iwas trapped within these four walls that were closing in on me with no idea how long I’d been here.
I’d tried unsuccessfully to keep track of time, but with food being thrown into me at odd intervals and no clock to be able to check, I was thoroughly lost. Every single time one of the men would open that door to deliver food I’d pounced up so fast but no matter how close I was to that door, it shut with a heavy clang as I banged on it with my fists yelling for the assholes to let me leave. They wouldn’t, I knew, but I refused to let myself sit there and not try.
I’d checked every inch of this room but there was nothing worthy of a weapon that could be used either. I was aware they’d been drugging me. It was only after I consumed the food and drink they provided that I would feel fatigued and more than not, sleep gripped me hard in its clutches as I drifted in and out of consciousness.
I had to keep up my energy if I had any chance of fighting my way out of here. Being weak from lack of nutrition was simply just a plain stupid idea.
So, I ignored the drugging and never made a fuss of it out loud to the cameras that were positioned in the corners of the room, watching every move I made. Knowing they could hear and see everything, I dreaded to think what could happen once I’d dozed off, but I knew I hadn’t been touched, my clothes were still safely on, no sign of outward removal.
Inside though, I was raging. I was being kept like a dog in a cage until my owner came to collect me.Fuck no.
It wasn’t just rage though; despair clawed relentlessly at me. Fear held me firmly in its talons. That was the problem with fear, it wasn’t rational no matter how much I tried to push it away. It just wasn’t working. My panic overruled.
Fear was like a phoenix. You could watch it burn a thousand times, but it would always return.
Minutes? Hours? Days? Weeks? I didn’t know. I was so confused and lost… my mind swirled relentlessly with flashbacks of every bad memory that occurred in the pool house, triggered by the exact replica I was trapped in. And every time after that. It was mental warfare. And it was working…
Ineededto leave. I pulled roughly at the roots of my hair; the strands weaving through my fingers irritably. I sat in the corner of the room on the floor, knees up protectively with a straight line of sight to the door which would allow my freedom, but was sealing my incarceration.
As much as I wanted to leave this creepy version of my past, I knew that the only way I was stepping out of that door was with the person who’d purchased me.Like fucking cattle.
The silence permeating the room was roaring at me.
This was the exact room where I walked in blindly, trustingly with Adam as one of my best friends, but walked out with my heart shattered and him as my tormentor. He took something precious from me that should have been given freely to someone I loved. He took my choices away and continued to rain terror on every part of my life since.
I once bristled at the thought of being Adam’s property, but nothing could have ever prepared me for knowing they wouldsellme. In my twisted and cynical mind, I hoped they’d paid a fuck load of money for me; I’d be pissed if I ever discovered I went for something as simple as ten dollars.Fuck that. I deserved the amount to be in the hundreds of thousands at least, not that I even knew what humans were worth per se. It was the principle. After everything I’d been through over the years, surely I was the one who should benefit from the payment. Yet, I’d never see a single cent of it.
Ripped from my thoughts, a door slammed open, startling me as it hit the wall at high speed, but its sound was drowned out by the rapid execution of gunfire and the repeated bangsof bullets emptying. Screams penetrated my mind and I tried to rationalise the fact that someone, or someones, was here… fighting back against those who held me captive.
But I was petrified. Who would even help me? Us? Were there others trapped within this place of misery and broken dreams?
I realised I had been squeezing my eyes shut as I sensed somebody entering the room, approaching me. I flattened myself up against the wall, knowing I couldn’t move any further, but I desperately wanted to be invisible. I held my breath.Just forget me, just leave…
Hands grabbed my upper arms securely and I instinctively held my hands over my eyes, even though they were still closed.
“Got her,” the man who held me spoke calmly and pulled me to a standing position.No.I refused to be carted off to an owner. Kill me now. I’d rather die.
With jerky movements I dislodged his hand from one of my arms. He went to grab me again, but I yelled, elbowing him in the stomach, feeling a ricochet of pain run up my arm but I ignored it. A whoosh of air left his mouth with a grumbled protest. But I wasn’t listening, I was focussed. I had to get away.
“I’m not going to hurt you. Trust me,” he told me. He pulled me to him firmly, securing me in his arms and dropped down to the floor, encasing his muscular legs over mine so I was pinned against him.
There was no way out; I was trapped. I couldn’t trust a soul. They all let me down.
I heard him murmur something, but it flew over my head. I struggled, trying to wriggle out from him to no avail. I hit survival mode. I knew I was shutting down, blocking it out because none of it mattered anymore.
They had me. I’d never know a day free of enslavement, of peace.
This body feels like a coffin. I’m being buried alive.
Chapter37
Hollis
Five gut wrenching days since she’d been gone, yet it felt like months. Time seemed to have slowed, making every moment pass at a snail’s pace. Finally we got the call from Dean. After days of absolute silence, we had a location. A warehouse in the Lower East Bay district.
Within minutes of the information being relayed to us, we’d armed up. Every single Owl was focused, raring to go, and shed some blood and bring down the organisation that had had us chasing tails for more than a year. They’d been clever, smart. But we were nearing the finish line.
Their soldiers would be taken out with brutal efficiency. We had all the information and knowledge we needed so they were no use to us. It was shoot or stab to kill, dealers’ preference.
