Six years ago,
My eyes felt heavy and my head was spinning. Hurt, everything in my body was hurting. I feel exhausted and need to rest.
"Ah Rea, how are you. I hope you are ... alive." A voice said, followed by his laughter. His laughter echoed through the silent dungeon.
Forcing my eyes to open, I saw the monster I have known for the past few months. Zac Knight was probably in his late thirties. He is the leader of one of the biggest gangs in New Orleans.
"Get up Rea, we don't have all day. I have come to give you a piece of hell." He said as he kneeled in front of me. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him, his obnoxious smirk played on his lips. I hate it when he smirks.
Anger boiled inside of me and I spat on his face and immediately his smirk was replaced by an angry frown.
"Hello, Zac," I said and smiled satisfied with my action.
"You bitch.!" He shouted and pulled me into the middle of the room. The room is dark with only a single bulb dangling in the middle of the room.
Within the next two seconds, the dungeon was echoed by my screams. Every time Zac's belt touched my skin, a dreadful scream left my mouth.
Zac had been kidnapped me a few months ago for revenge. I have taken something precious of his, four years ago. But I don't regret it one bit and I would do it over and over again if I get the chance.
It's been like a routine for him to come and beat me to death. But he doesn't let me die, nor live. It happens mostly twice or thrice a week. Sometimes it happens every day.
When he was done relishing his anger on me, he stopped. He cupped my jaw tightly and made me look at his panting figure.
He took in my appearance and laughed. A 16-year-old me, thinking ways to end the monster in front of me.
"You are something else Rea. Really. I have broken you so many times, almost every day. But the fire in your eyes never dies. You astonish me, Rea. But I promise to take that fire from your eyes, just like your soul from your body." He said and let go of my jaw roughly.
"I would like to see you try," I whispered but he ignored me and went outside the room locking it in process.
I don't dare to move as my body is in immense pain right now. I am laying on the cold floor, beaten up to death yet it won't come to me. Breathing heavily, I close my eyes as even doing that seems to exhaust me.
When will I be free from here and free from him? I want to be free. I want to be happy. I want peace in my life and want to live my life normally.
But I guess some things are not meant for some people.