After enduring what I believed was the worst torture of my life I was thrown once again into a really dark and cold room. For the first time since being kidnapped by Randy I was not tied up but then again, I was way too weak to move. Every single movement felt as if my skin tore more and more. I wept and wept as I applied as much pressure as I could to the cut on the right side of my stomach.
Luckily the wound was not too deep but that didn't stop me from worrying about my baby's life. Randy had purposely cut me. He was trying to send Shadow a message and it was clear. If Shadow did not get her soon he would not mind killing us both in a second.
As I cry I can't help but wonder why Randy was doing this to me. This seemed more personal. It was as if I had hurt him instead of Shadow. Was I missing something? My thoughts were washed away when tried moving to keep myself from passing out.
The movement had made pain spiral out of control as I almost screamed in pain. I tried my hardest to stop moving but every second that passes by I was finding it harder and harder to stay awake.
My body stung horribly, my lips were cracked and dry as if I had been in the desert, my throat was so dry from screaming it hurt to swallow, I cried but my eyes were now not shedding tears as if I was dehydrated and there was nothing to let out. I am hungry, they haven't fed me, the last time I ate was a salad at the restaurant, and I haven't so much as gotten a cup of water. This is worse than torture.
Randy keeps trying to persuade me to speak and turn Shadow in by telling me that if I do he would feed me and take care of me like no one else has ever done before but I just refuse. Each time making him angrier.
This room is so cold, I can feel my hands beginning to get numb. I am so tired. I keep trying to tell myself to say awake but it's becoming harder and harder by the second. Besides the excruciating pain in my body I feel sick. The smell of rust and my own blood is giving me the urge to barf but I fight it knowing that if I move it will only get worse. I start to feel my body giving up. At this point I know I am losing the fight. I can feel my eyelids coming to a close. I can't fight this anymore, I am slowly drifting off.
I feel warm water thrown in my face and my eyes bolt open. "Wake up, you are no good to me dead" Randy speaks as he stands in front of me holding a bucket in his hands. A girl stood behind him. That's when I noticed the lights had been turned on.
My eyes shift towards the girl behind him. She is beautiful, she had pretty green eyes, long blonde hair that went a bit past her shoulders, and she wasn't neither skinny nor fat, she was perfect just like I wished I looked like. For a second I felt jealous of her beauty.
As I look closer, I see her holding what seemed to be a first aid box. Is she going to help me? "Take care of that will you angel?" Randy asked the girl and she smiled a nodded. "Thanks babe" he says and pecks her cheek. Babe? Did he say babe? He has a girlfriend? Seriously? I thought to myself as he walked out of the room. Leaving the girl behind to stay with me.
The girl then walked closer to me but not knowing what she was going to do to me I scooted back. If she is his girlfriend then she just might be exactly like him. I winced in pain but continued to scoot back until I hit a wall. "Umm" I groaned in pain. The girl stopped and looked towards the floor with a frown. "I am not going to hurt you I swear. I just want to help you." Her voice was sweet and genuine but at some point, so was Randy's.
I said nothing. Slowly she kneeled beside me and opened the box. As I thought it was a first aid box. Inside there were Band-Aids, gauges antibiotics, medicines and everything needed to clean my wounds? She then slowly grabbed one of my arms and began to clean the cuts and bandage them. Then she moved to the other, she followed it by doing my legs and chest and cheeks.
I was grateful for her help but I still didn't speak. Not only did I not want to but I couldn't. My throat was so dry it would even hurt to swallow. I don't know why but I had a feeling that they want to help me. I am sure they are doing it to persuade me to give up Shadow Cat but they will soon find out all this was useless and I am not speaking.
The room was silent, only the sounds of wrappers being picked up was heard. That is until... "What's your name?" The girl asks me. I still wasn't sure if I wanted to answer but I guess it's the least I can do for the person who is literally saving my life. I swallowed hard and was about to answer when she spoke again. "I understand I mean after all that Randy has done to you; I can't expect you to trust me." She looked up towards the left corner of the room and I followed her gaze.
That is when I noticed it. A fucking camera! They were watching me, all this time they had been watching me suffer. She looked back at me. I gave her a look that said thank you with my eyes. She smiles at me. "My name is Katy, I am Randy's girlfriend." That's when I decided to speak. "M-Marie m-my n-name is Marie." My voice was hoarse, I grabbed into my throat as it burned due to speaking. It was clear I was dehydrated and it was making it difficult to even speak.
She must have noticed and she speaks again. "I'll try and get you some water but first let's take a look at that wound in your stomach." I nodded trying not to speak. After cleaning and covering it up her spoke again. "The cut was not too bad; the baby is doing just fine but we need to get you some food soon. How far along are you?" I attempted to clear my throat so I could speak.
"7 1/2" she nodded "Do you know the gender?" I shake my head as a no. I honestly didn't want to know. I really hoped Luke would be by my side by then and we could find out together.
Katy gives me a smile and I couldn't help it anymore I had to know. I wanted the truth so I asked the question I have been wondering since I saw her holding the first aid box. "W-why are you helping me?"