Trapped In His Game. Finding My Own Way.

Chapter 4: Play It Cool, Crazy Girl

I said yes. Big mistake. But honestly, what the hell else was I supposed to do? He was holding that camera, like it was some kinda damn documentary. "Say it," he ordered, that smirk of his still there, like he thought he was some kind of badass. Like I had a choice. I just... I don’t even know. I just blurted it out.

“I accept,” I said, barely able to keep it together.

God, I could feel my dignity slipping away with every second. But that wasn't enough. No. Now he handed me this paper. Like some fucking contract. I didn’t even bother reading it. I just signed it. What else was I gonna do? Was I supposed to fight back? How?

And then he untied me. You’d think that would be the moment I’d get to be free, right? Nah. He was still here, watching me. It’s like he was waiting for me to do something, but I wasn’t gonna give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. So I stood up, tried to act all tough.

I was shaking, though. Inside, I was a mess. But I wasn’t gonna let him see that.

Then... I don’t know what happened. I just grabbed my heel, the one that had fallen when they tied me up, and without thinking, I swung it at his face. Hard. I don’t even know why I did it. It was like my body was reacting on its own.

And then I heard it. The scream. His scream. It sliced through the air, and for a second, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. His eye, there was blood, pouring down his face, and I froze. I didn’t mean for it to happen like this, but now it was real. It was too real.

He was screaming, and that made me panic. I... I couldn’t stand hearing him scream like that. It made everything worse. My stomach twisted into knots. The guilt hit me like a freight train. I had hurt him. What was wrong with me?

And then I blacked out.

Next thing I knew, I was waking up again, but this time, I wasn't in a bed or some clean room. I wasn’t even in a chair. No, I was in a damn cage.

I blinked, trying to get my bearings. My head was pounding, my body aching. I looked around, and the first thing I noticed was that I was barely dressed. I mean, I was just in my underwear and bra. My clothes were nowhere to be found, and I felt this wave of panic crash over me. What the hell was going on?

I shot up from the cold, hard floor. The cage, my cage, felt like it was closing in on me. I tried to push against the bars, but they were solid, like they were made to keep me in. Keep me trapped.

And then it hit me..what they’d done. How they’d gotten me here. I’d been alone. Drunk. Vulnerable. It was easy. They took me like it was nothing. Like I was nothing.

“Someone! Please! Let me out!” I screamed, my voice hoarse. It felt useless. There was no one coming. No one was going to help me.

The panic kept rising, and I couldn’t control it. My heart was hammering in my chest. The air felt thin, like I couldn’t get enough of it. I started pounding on the bars with my fists, but I knew it wouldn’t do anything. I didn’t care. I just had to do something.

"Help me!" I yelled again, this time the words coming out broken, like a plea. But nothing. Nothing but silence. That silence, it was suffocating.

I started cursing under my breath, my voice a mix of anger and fear. "You better fucking let me out of here, you sick bastards!"

I didn’t know how long I stayed like that, banging on the bars, screaming, cursing, but nothing changed. No one came.

I don’t even know how I didn’t just give up. I don’t know what kept me from completely losing it, but I wasn’t gonna sit there and wait to die in a fucking cage. No way.