1 weeks after the kidnapping.
"What does not kill a heart, only strengthens it ..."
I am face down, I smell dry blood, I am very sweaty and stinky, here in this room and very hot. Boredom is worse than the food they give. I've been wearing the same pants for weeks, I think I'm here for about two weeks, my body is destroyed by so much pain.
I hear someone open the door, I try to get up, but it is useless the pain does not leave, my back burns from the lashes that I took days, my head hurts a lot. I turn my head towards the door and see a pair of faded women's boots in front of me.
The owner of the boots crouches, and I can't see her face. I feel her running a warm cloth over my back.
- "You speak English"? (Do you speak English?) - a sweet, feminine voice asks in American English.
- Yes). - I say with effort making my head hurt even more.
I try to get up and I have difficulties, I feel on the hard floor where I am and I see a beautiful blonde, but very young, she looks about 14 years old, a girl with an expression of concern, looking at me with her amber eyes.
- "I was told to call you Nefret". (I was told to call him Nefret) - she says. - "You old name doesn't exist here. I'm so sorry" (Your old name doesn't exist here. I'm sorry.)
- "Who are you"? (Who are you?) - I ask in English.
- They don't know who they are, I'm Nádia, they kidnapped me too, I'm ninety percent sure we're in Egypt, I think they're a kind of drug dealers, who traffic people for their own purposes, called this place, where we are stuck with "Jahim althdi", it means the bosom of hell. - she says bitterly. - They sent me here to take care of you. - (she speaks in English)
She puts her hand on my face, but I move away from her touch.
- Okay, I just want to help you. - she says.
- Help, getting me out of here. - I say annoyed.
- Get in line, I've been here for almost a year, and until today nothing - she gasps discouraged. - Want to take a shower? He asks.
- Wait, that I believe that a badly dressed American hick was kidnapped, who is the madman who would do that? - I say with disdain looking at his worn clothes.
She doesn't seem to take offense, her eyes are shrewd and cunning for someone so young.
- Look, Nefret, if you haven't looked at yourself, you're not showing up as a prince, you're stinky and all bleeding and you probably have a fever, if you don't want help, you'll end up dying of infection.
- I don't doubt anything, you devil bitch. - I say offending her. - How old are you, so young you are already so evil, and your people have been psychopathic from an early age.
This time she takes offense and slaps my face hard, her hands are small, but she hits hard.
- His dirty blood Latin. - she says stunned.
- You, by chance, are not a f ***. - I say with a mocking smile.
- P *** is your mother. She says angrily.
I laugh at her face.
- Seriously, you're so childish. How old are you again?
She snorts with disdain.
- Child? Child is you. - she says dipping a white cloth in a bucket.
She tries to wipe my face with the cloth, but I take the cloth from her hand and throw it away, and she slaps my face, but this time and on the left side.
- For someone so small, you have a very heavy hand. - I say rubbing my face.
She gets up.
- Get up, I'm going to take you to a shower, and there you bathe alone. - she says.
My will is to send you to hell, but the urge to bathe is greater. I get up with difficulty and follow her out the door through the narrow corridor. We enter a room with two single beds, and she points to a small bathroom for me to enter.
- Come in, there's clean clothes in the closet, it's not designer, but they're clean.
I go into the bathroom, she hands me the clean clothes with a towel.
After taking off my clothes that were once beautiful. I get in the shower, feeling the delight of the water falling from head to toe, I have never felt so good with a bath; I wash my hair with poor quality shampoo. I think it is disgusting soap, I rub soap very well to remove any kind of bacteria.
After I shower, I take the poor clothes she gave me.
"It's either that or get naked". - I think.
Look at my old clothes all dirty, my white T-shirt stained with blood and soiled with dirt and all torn from whips, it's unrecognizable.
Nádia takes care of my injuries and gives me penicillin and painkillers. Not a moment does she look at me with lust as most girls do when she sees me. That makes me look with curiosity. Who is she?