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“I’m sorry, Dawn! I’m sorry I couldn’t be a better sister to you,” I whispered between my sobs.
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I must have fallen asleep when I woke up. My muscles were screaming in agony, they were tensed and I wasn’t able to move them to get some relief. The coldness of the room made everything worse, causing me to shake uncontrollably. All of this caused me another crying fit. A part of me was hoping all of this was a nightmare. Being helpless was consuming me, making me feel weak.
The door opened, Mike’s presence filled my vision. I was mostly scared of him, but also, another part of me was glad he was here. Being alone in this cold room, weak and helpless, was doing wicked things to my mind. Nothing he could do would hurt me as much as the punishing screams of my mind.
“Had a good night’s sleep, Cupcake?” Mike mocked at me, caressed my hair shortly before adding, “You might have looked so hot, tied down for my pleasure. I would have fucked you, made you feel so good if you were a good girl yesterday. Look at you now, you’re covered in filth, Angel. You make me sick to my stomach, even your beauty vanished right now.”
His words shouldn’t have affected me, but they did. It was ridiculous, it was sick, but hearing how bad I looked, knowing how miserable I was consumed my strength, ripped down my self-esteem. I felt useless, worthless, and with the guilt I carried over my shoulders I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to be found.
I knew all these thoughts were coming from mind games and the stress I’d been going through, but no matter what I wasn’t able to stop them. I knew he could easily make me go mad here, even with a small effort. For an outgoing, strong, and independent woman I was being alone, weak, and putting my fate in someone els
e’s hands were the biggest punishment I could get. One way or another, this would break me.
“Aww, why are you crying, Angel? You were a disobedient, ungrateful bitch yesterday, but I’m willing to forgive you, Cupcake. Do you see how lucky you are that I chose you to be mine? You can save yourself from unnecessary pain,” he cooed, caressing my cheek. I tried to move my head, but he gripped me tight by my chin.
“Are you thirsty?”
I hated to admit it, but I was. My vision was slightly blurred because of pain, hunger, tears… I needed to drink something. I sighed, nodding my head slowly.
“Do you want water?” he smirked at me.
I nodded again.
“You should earn it first. Do you think you earned it?” he chuckled.
“Please,” I rasped, my voice was barely above a whisper.
“Hmm… it’s good that you’re learning. But I don’t think you’ve earned your water yet,” he said. The next thing I felt was the needle that passed through my arm.
The relief was so sudden it made me dizzy.
I heard his words, but didn’t comprehend them till he left the room, “No water or food for you today. This is the only present I’m gonna give you. I’m rescuing you from your pain to show you my good intentions. Think this... think if you want to be rewarded or punished."
MIKE –Age 4
“Mommy!”
I shake her slowly. She is naked in her bed. Her eyes are black, she looks like pandas I saw in cartoons. Her lips are red like clowns. I don’t like clowns, they are scary.
“Mommy!” I try again. She opens one of her eyes, “Leave me alone,” she says, pushing me.
I fell, but I know she doesn’t want to hurt me.
“But Mommy, I am hungry,” I say. My voice comes out like I am crying, but I’m not crying.
“Stop calling me that, I’m not your mommy. Go eat whatever you find,” she shouts at me and turns her head the other side to keep sleeping.
Mommy always says this, that she’s not my mommy, but I know she says that when she is angry with me. Tears fall down on my cheeks even though I’m not crying –boys don’t cry. But my cheeks are wet when I leave her room to go to the kitchen.
I stand on my toes to look inside the refrigerator. There is nothing in it. It’s always empty. My mommy doesn’t like to cook like I’ve seen in TV. But her friends bring some food when they come to see mommy. She has lots of friends, but I don’t like most of them –they are creepy guys and they smell bad. Mommy loves them, though. When they are around she doesn’t let me sleep in her bed. She lets them in her room and closes the door.
Sometimes she makes sounds like she is crying or she is hurt, but she never lets me in her room when a man is in the house.
Her friends didn’t come to visit her since days ago and now I have nothing to eat. I’m hungry. I ate a few bites of pizza when her last friend came four days ago. I love pizza, but not every guy brings it.
I grab a chair, pushing it to the cabinets to see if there is anything to eat there. I find two slices of bread in a paper bag.
