A Girl's Diary

🅒🅗🅐🅟🅣🅔🅡 ⑤⑤ - Beyond The Blindfold

9 days passed and I was barely alive. I could tell the days from the number of meals I got. A meal per day because I didnt deserve more. I felt so empty... I wanted it to end... I wanted to die.

"Let me tell you a story of how you ruined my life," I could hear the joy in his voice. I felt disgusted with his breath fanning my face.

"Look at me," He said snatching my blind fold. I shrieked at the sudden burst of light. It was the first since days. I kept my eyes to the floor not wanting to associate the voice that tormented me for years with a face.

He pulled my face forcefully with those grimy hands sending even more terror and pain through my body. I didn't try to pull back, my body was too weak to resist. I stopped trying to struggle many days ago. It was useless and wasted the little energy I could save.

"Look here, you bitch." His grip on my jaw tightened making me wince in pain. Tears started collecting in my eyes making my vision blurry. One thing was clear he wore the ugliest mask over his face. I wanted to say something to make him upset but no words could get out.

He laughed loudly snorting shamelessly. "So, once upon a time a girl and her brother had great dreams. They left everything behind to follow their dreams but do you know what the problem was?" He turned his back to me making me sigh in relief.

"They didn't have money. They didn't have a silver spoon in their mouth since birth..." He walked over to me kneeling on one knee. "They weren't some spoiled princesses like you," He said with so much malice and hatred making me gulp.

"The girl wanted to sing but who would help two hopeless kids?!" He chuckled to himself like the psycho he was. "They worked hard but soon enough, they lost everything, they lived on the fucking streets." He punched the ground beneath him before rising to his feet again.

"Do you know what happens to kids on the street little girl?" He whispered making my heart race all over again. "They starve to death, they get hit, they meet all types of bad people... do you know what rich people do then?" He walked a few steps away.

"They make use of them." His voice held so much hatred but how was any of that my fault?!

"The rich guy met the two siblings offered them food, clean clothes and most importantly a place to sleep but nothing is for free, is it?" I had bad intuition about what was coming...

"Do you know what he wanted in return?" I looked blankly at him with lifeless eyes to match his cruel voice.

"Sell their souls. Seduce people for him to get information for another night in the hotel room he got for them. Get people to sign contracts for him to let them keep living like human beings." His back was turned but I could hear the shift in his voice.

"He didn't care how they got him what he wanted. If the job was done, they would get more money than they ever dreamed of..." He walked back towards me putting a finger on the chair I sat on before circling it. "Do you know what this costed them?"

His voice was dangerously low I saw a glance of him taking out a pocket knife sending horrors of memories through my body. I felt it before I could see it coming. Skin breaking making me scream in pain. I looked over to my arm to find the blood oozing from a long gash along my upper arm.

My whole body was shaking with pain while my eyes were getting heavier and heavier by the second. "Their humanity," He chuckled throwing the knife on the floor.

The searing pain was the last thing I felt before drifting out of consciousness...