Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (primary phonics .TXT) 📕

“Don’t dare to say that.” I didn’t know where I was getting the voice from but I couldn’t stop myself. He laughed at that and walked closer. “Aha… feminism.” He laughed again, “youth, teen and new energy.”

My father didn’t say anything as he grabbed my chin harshly, almost causing a bruise. “Keep that tone to yourself, girl. Don’t use that on me.” He tightened his hold, “Your father just sold you and it’s my fucking turn to do whatever I want.”

His mere words made me sick to the stomach and I could feel the bile rising in my throat when I looked at my father. Disgust crept every inch of me more at my father than the man. All these years was that bootless to him, I didn’t know I was living under such a hyena all those years.

I clenched my teeth feeling him leaving my chin with a shake. Maybe if I would lead he would take me back with him. Risking whatever self respect I had, I turned to my father. “Please don’t leave me here. Mom wouldn’t forgive you for this too. I’m your daughter, how can you sell me?” My voice rose a few octaves at the end and I saw him looking up at me at the mention of my mother.

“You might have been Stacy's daughter but for me you’re always an orphan, and nothing else. There isn’t any valid existence of you, and it fucking doesn’t even matter if you live or die. I had lost my love and my daughter and you fucking should be the in their place dying not here with me, alive.” His words so vicious that it made my inside churn. Had he been harbouring so much hatred?

“Why the fuck you didn’t die that day?” He shook his head and looked at the man. “Anyways, it’s time for you, she is yours do whatever you want I don’t care just don’t let her get away from here otherwise I wouldn’t be able to live.”

“Definitely.” I saw my father leaving and fear gripped every part of me. I rushed towards him, almost falling on the ground and grabbing his legs. “Please. Please don’t be so cruel. I would be good, please. I wouldn’t be a bother, don’t leave me here.”

But my every plead was futile when he didn’t respond to anything but kicked my arms around his legs away and walked out leaving me on the cold white tiled floor.

“Come babygirl. You have so many work to do.” His very voice brought such disgust to me as I stood up to walk out when two guards blocked my path, and I looked behind so found the man smirking. “You can’t run away.”

My eyes filled with tears as I looked myself in the room alone and stuck. Black dots covered my vision, my hands going cold and numb and before I know everything went black.

••••

My head pained so much when I opened my eyes at the lights. A groan leaving my lips and it felt the concrete ceiling above was swirling before I closed my eyes again tightly and shook my aching head before opening.

Immediately rotten and stale odour invaded my nostrils, making my inside churn. The concrete chipped walls looked like older than several decades. There was a dimly light bulb on the ceiling and a small ventilator beside it. Lacking any light from there I guessed it was dark outside.

It looked like a basement as I looked at the several boxes, old furniture and many other things scattered there. I felt myself laying on the hard floor, and then I realized at my inability to move my arms and legs.

Looking down I saw my hands tied along with my legs, taking them backward causing a pain shooting in my shoulder and arms. I shook my head and struggled myself to open the cuff tying my hands but in vain.

My mouth wasn’t covered with anything but my throat felt dry and scratchy preventing me from shouting. “Help.” I tried to speak louder but it wasn’t as much as I wanted.

I was reminded of the place I was, what exactly happened and why I was there. In just a few hours from planning my summer school , I found myself here. Stuck with thirst, hunger and spirit to be free.

It felt like a few minutes before the door as the left side of the room opened and the man from before walked inside. His shoes clicking against the concrete floor, my legs bruised with the struggle against the rough surface. He crouched to my level, his lips in a smug smirk as he eyed me, mostly my uncovered chest and neck.

He brought himself closer and I immediately tried to shift back, but he leaned more when I hit the rough chipped brick wall. He took a sharp inhale near my chest, running his nose down my neck. “You smell as I had expected.”

Disgusted I turned my face away to the other side when I felt him gripping my jaws and turning me to face him. “Don’t dare to turn away from me.” His voice deathly as he signed his nails into my skin. His other hand lowering itself and grabbing my breast myself me go still, cold sweats breaking out at the back of my neck.

“Young girls really feel good.” I felt his tongue gliding down my neck with a sharp stroke and I was almost throwing up at him except I hadn’t anything inside my system to throw up. My fingers itched to scratch his eyes away, cut his tongue and fingers which dared to touch someone without consent but I couldn’t.

He laughed lightly, “You're going to be a whore so no need for that attitude.” I turned my face away despite the warning and saw his jaws clenching. He rose up to his feet, brushing the back of his hand against his mouth.

“You have too much attitude huh? I will make sure to shred every bit of that and your dignity,” He chuckled again, darkly, “and that stupid feminism you carry.”

Fear gripped me at his words which didn’t felt like empty warnings and I could already feel the panic rising in me. He walked backwards and called someone named Martha. I saw a tall dark-haired girl walking inside, food in her hand. “Feed her and bring to my room upstairs. It will be highly uncomfy here to tear her young innocence and stupid principles.”