My meals were becoming more frequent now and I’ve fortunately been getting more of my beauty sleep. My energy was also getting back to normal which is good, because I often found myself in a brighter mood then when I first arrived to my personal hell.
I was given my own room for privacy, which I was thankful for. But at the same time still on the edge about because I was still considered a victim in my book, and not a current resident.
I couldn’t afford that luxury, especially when I was plotting an escape route; I had to constantly keep myself from falling into that unreasonable insanity.
Each time I received some kind of gesture of moral support or comfort that reminded me of a small piece of the outside world. I had to restrain myself from getting cosy. And the only way for me to do that, was to actually remind myself of why I’m even here at all. I had to play it over and over again like a broken record player, and resist the temptation.
I am a victim. Taken by my home by strangers. These strangers held me into their hands like putty, and wanted to manipulate me like a Chinese porcelain puppet. I was bound in chains, and nearly drowned in a gnawing hunger that almost brought me over the edge. But I stood firm and held rooted in place, because I had one goal in mind and one goal only.
And that was to get out of here. I might not have much waiting for me when I get back out there, but I couldn’t help this fighter in me. Once my little spark is ignited it starts to burst into flames and begins to roar into wildfire making it nearly impossible to burn out.
I’m not going down without a fight.
I let out a shaky breath as I let my newfound confidence sink in. It had my blood levels rising, and my heart pounding rigorously against my ribcage. I had to keep my focus, all while keeping my head in the game. I had to get out of here. I had to force myself to calm down as my breathing levels hitched up to a higher peak. I took my time breathing in and out, nice and slowly, as I counted backwards from ten.
I took long and wide steps towards the desk across my bed, and knocked off everything on it except for a couple of sheets of paper, a pencil, and scotch tape. I pulled out the swiveling office chair to the side and made myself sit down on it comfortably before I rolled myself back. I grabbed the pencil in my right hand and began to scribble down the list of items that I needed in order to escape.
1.) I need any kind of weapon. And what better way to obtain it then the kitchen downstairs.
2.) I need a map. A house this big surely had many ways to get in and get out.
I just needed these strangers to trust me enough to explore the house on my own and then and oly then will I make sure that I would memorize each doorway entry, as well as the windows for my backup escape plan. If doors didn't cut if for me.
I would jot it all down on a sheet of paper, and set dates and times for when certain people got in and when they got out. Even when they went to sleep. I had to also observe some of these people, in order to know who I should watch out for the most, and who I should be the most careful around.
Serge was on top of my list, followed by his father, and then Nikolas. I needed to know their positions and where they stood in this household. After all, safety is #1 priority.
I stopped scribbling on the page however when Serge’s body over mine flashed through my eyes. I nearly dropped my pencil when I found myself blushing at the intimacy we shared. A part of me tells me to stay, that I need to be here, and that I belong here.
But another part of me begs to differ, it wants to run. I shook off my thoughts as I continued with the task at hand.
3.) I need something to start a distraction with, just in case things don’t go according to plan.
4.) I need a key. Once that’s in my hands... I’m out bitches.
I shakily pulled out the bottom drawer of my desk, and taped the piece of paper on the bottom with the list facing the front. I slammed it shut quickly and let out a big puff of air full of relief.
Phase 1 was now complete.
The door slammed open with a bang, and I jumped up in fear as my office chair was completely knocked over and fell to the ground with a sharp thud.
“I want him out of my house now!” A man who looked very much like Serge came rushing towards me in full speed. While dashing his index finger back and forth in front of my face. My eyebrows tilted upwards in surprise, as I stood rigid and tried to contain my shakiness, I couldn’t back down now. Not when my plan was already set in gear.
This man has just now been added onto my list of reasons as to why I should leave and soon. He didn’t want me to be here just as much as I didn’t. He was my next ticket out, and hopefully he’ll still want me to leave, and help me find a way to get me to leave.
Two more pairs of footsteps followed suit, and soon we were joined by Serge and Nikolas, who stood behind the crazed man and tried to keep a hold on by his shoulders.
“Dad, no! You will not keep me from what’s mine! I’ve waited too long for him, and for you to take away my happiness will be like not having me for a son!” Serge threatened, so I was right, the man was his father. I could see the resemblance from their blonde hair to their piercing blue eyes. Did the crazed man’s eyes also change its color to a golden yellow? I didn’t want to stay long enough to find out.
“No! You will not mate with him! The fates made a mistake; I will not have your fuck buddy be the ‘luna’ of the pack, much less a male! You will find yourself a nice she wolf to mate with, and forget about him. My decision is final!” He snarled, the crazed man shook both Nikolas’ and Serge’s hands off of him.
“And if you choose to dare disobey me, you will surely regret it son! You are 28 years old, and he is only 16! I will not have this family bloodline tarnished under your mate’s name and your ignorance!” I flinched at the insult, I didn’t expect for his words to hurt so much but they did.
But again, with the word ‘mate’, and then ‘luna’, and pack? What did he mean by that? He also mentioned something about a she wolf? Nothing is making any sense at all, am I in some kind of a nut house? The crazed man’s now darkened eyes glazed over to meet mine.
I shivered as he took one step forward, followed by another, and then another. Until he was finally so close to my face that I can feel his breath, and hear his snarl coming out of his throat. He struck me in the face so hard that my body has flung backwards and meet with the floor in a loud thud. I backed myself up and away from him, as he kept coming forward.
I’m going die before I make it out alive.
Maybe an early death was a quicker way to freedom.
