Made For Me

Chapter 31

Isn't life strange? I have been kidnapped, drugged, shot and now kidnapped again. Is this how my life is meant to be?

It's been two days.

Both days have been hell.

After the phone call with Aaron, Juan lost his shit.
He was livid, he was screaming for hours about how they'd fucked up and picked the wrong person.

His men tried to calm him down and assure him that I meant a lot to Aaron and that they'd seen the way that he'd cared for me.

I burst out laughing at them, did they not hear what he just said, the man doesn't give a fuck about me.
My fit of laughter earned me a fist to the face, I'm rocking the black eye well.

They unchained me and 'showed me around' my cell. The chair is bolted into the floor so it doesn't move, he told me that's where I'll go when they want to talk to me. There is a mattress on the floor in the corner, the room is quite dark since there's only a boxed window allowing a sliver of light through but I can still see stains on the mattress. Probably piss or blood but who cares anymore.

This is my life now.

Apart from that there's a bucket in the corner of the room for me to 'do my business' as they say. Like I said, who cares anymore. 

No one's coming for me.

After they showed me around I never saw them again that day, clearly they were trying to find out how they fucked up so much.

I vomited my guts up that night, at first I was worried I had a concussion from when they knocked me out and then punched me in the face, but I didn't have any other symptoms so I put it down to stress.

I was dehydrated and hungry after but still no one came to give me food. I didn't care, I couldn't even feel the cold anymore I couldn't feel anything.

A piece of me died and I doubt I'd ever get it back.

The next morning wall guy came and brought me food, water and a dirty blanket.

"Couldn't have you freezing to death or dying from dehydration or starvation." He grinned at me.

I stared at him blankly. Did he think I gave a shit? Should I be thankful? Absolutely not, that wanker can go to hell.

"Oh and something else I should let you know, when we left your clothes out in the field I left a little note for your lover. I bet he'll scream when he notices it, I told him you tasted so sweet" He couldn't grin anymore, in-fact he broke out into a full smile.

The man is stupid, he didn't even touch me. He doesn't realise it but deep down he's too scared of Aaron and his empire to touch me, they all are.

"Okay." I replied bluntly. 

He clearly didn't appreciate my response. "He thinks I've tasted you sweetheart, it'll drive him mad."

"Okay" I replied again.

This time he punched me the same side of the face Juan did and left. All I could think is that the black eye will last longer.

No one came in again that day and I couldn't keep the food down, I don't know what's wrong with me.

Now here we are the next morning in the same situation of throwing up in the piss pot as I call it. The whole cell stinks of vomit and piss, I think it's deterred even the guards from coming close to the door. I'm pretty sure you could smell it from out in the hall.

Juan walks in just after I finish my spewing session, his nose wrinkles, good I'm glad he's disgusted.

"Get her up on the chair." He calls to the two men who walk in with him.