They kept the lights on and no matter how hard Victoria tried, she could not fall asleep.
No, She did not know how the boy next to her was faring. For all she cared, she could die.
It seemed like they had forgotten about the dead body that was kept in front of them and the lights that they had turned on. It might have been just a day but it felt like a week had passed since the man last visited them.
Even though that was for the best, Victoria wanted opportunities to get out of here and if the door was not opened, there was no opportunity for her to take.
Also, with no sleep it only became more difficult for her.
She always felt herself dozing off, but none of them led to a good complete sleep. Something that could bring her joy, peace and rest.
The moment she would reach her parents apartment, she was definitely going to release the feeling of a bed and lights off!
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Her head fell through but the sharp pain in her neck caused because of it but her up. Constantly sitting up with a wall as support caused her back to be all messed up.
Begrudgingly, Victoria discreetly turned her eyes to the very corner just so she could see what the boy was doing.
He, just like her, with his head against the wall was trying to sleep. Her eyes went down to his foot that had nails embedded inside it. It was purple now and no wonder that the leg which was covered with the trousers would also be purple. It must be the infection that was spreading.
If this one did not break into what the woman wanted, he was going to have his leg cut off.
She sighed. When were they going to get out? On TV, Police always seemed to find everyone that was kidnapped. So why were they taking so much time now?
Plus, the boy looked rich. So, he should have been found by now given that his parents must have paid an enormous amount into resources just so their son could be found.
Yes… Unless, he was one of those kids whose parents could not be bothered with their children. If he was, then there were a good six months to go when Thanksgiving came and it was time for his parents to throw their annual dinner.
Leah was now someone they both had started to ignore. During the first few days where she had been thrown inside their cell, Victoria would the boy and herself peek glances at the dead body. After some time, scratch that, now they would not even look at her.
It was like she was not there. Well, her body was not there.
Her eyes moved to the door that she was tired with longing.
A loud bang was heard, before she heard the rattling of metal and the door slammed open only for the cruel woman to enter.
Victoria's eyes widened. Not exactly what she had in mind when she wanted to do to open.
"Hello, little Maslow." The woman sang out the words in a lovely, soft voice as she strutted into the jail. "Missed me?"
Once again, Victoria was disregarded by the woman and she went directly to the boy in the other corner of the room.
She crossed down on the floor, but was still not on a level with the boy. That she cared, because when the boy did not look at her, she just grabbed the hair of the boy and pulled his head back until he was looking at her.
"Better," she grinned before bringing down her hand from his hair to his cheek, caressing the area very gently. "Do you know how hard it is to get a hold of your father? If he's not in meetings all day, he's inside your mother's cunt."
Victoria's brows shot up at the word immediately. It was not like she was not supposed to know the meaning of the word but she lived in the bad side of the town and these words are more common than plain English.
She sighed and her eyes moved towards the foot of the boy that had the nails embedded in it. Victoria could see how her head inches to words.
"Well," she sighed as if too much pressure was placed on her, "I have to gain his attention somehow and your blood is going to be the perfect," she looked at the boy with a wicked grin and whispered, "perfect thing to catch it."