Trapped

Trapped Part 44

"What..." I trailed off, thoughts cluttering my mind as I watched Prince with a gun to his head.

"You must be Kyra. You're the big talk of the town. The one with special treatment because of this fucker right here." She said as she yanked a handful of Prince's hair, causing him to let out a low growl.

I just stood there and stared. I didn't know what else to do. If I said anything wrong, it might be the end of Prince.

"You know, a lot of people in this business don't like special treatment. That can make a lot of people angry." She warned, playing around with the gun.

"What do you want?" I finally asked.

"Well, revenge of course." She slightly chuckled.

"Why come back? Why not just leave forever and never look back-"

"BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW THE SHIT THAT HAPPENED TO ME IN THERE!" She cut me off. "YOU DIDN'T EXPERIENCE WHAT THEY DO TO GIRLS."

I stood there in silence, not wanting her to go near that trigger.

"What did they tell you about me?" She asked calmly.

"They said you were an escapee. And to not speak your name around them."

"Well then. You missed the good part. You see, one day, Prince was raping me. I would beg, cry, scream. Eventually, I stopped. I had lost so much blood. And he liked it rough, so he had a belt as some type of straddle to hand onto. He strangled me without knowing and I had lost consciousness. He started freaking out. Checked my slow pulse. But it was so slow, he didn't wait long enough to feel a thump. He thought I was dead. So, he drove me away from the camp out to that front yard and poured gasoline on me." She leaned over and clicked on a lamp, allowing me to see her burn scars on her face. "He set me on fire, thinking I was dead. But I used whatever energy I had left to get up and put myself out while he just watched. He watched. He drove me back to the camp and had the nurse, whose main job was to fix broken cervixes, check me up. She treated my burns, my vagina, and my neck. All because of him. I tried. I tried to go back to the normal world. But every night I think of every different scenario of how I'm going to get them back. I told someone. They thought I was crazy. They came out to the camp, but by that time it had been burned down to ashes. It was an invalid report. So why not pay my favorite guys a visit?" She smirked.

"You don't have to do this." I looked at her. I couldn't look at Prince after hearing this. He held his head down.

"Oh, but sweetheart, I kinda want to." She stood up, bringing Prince's head with her. "Don't worry. It'll be slow so you'll have time to say goodbye." She threw Prince's head to the ground. "Watch him."

"Remember who you're talking to, Chandler." Prince threatened.

"Remember who has the gun." Chandler snapped back, pointing it at me.

"What are you doing? She has nothing to do with this-"

"Oh, but she has everything to do with it." She cut Prince off.

"Huh?" I raised an eyebrow, confused, putting my hands up.

"She didn't go through what the rest of us went through. You didn't beat her like you beat us. You didn't fuck her like you fucked us. You didn't hate her like you hated us. She wasn't held prisoner like we were. She didn't face death every day like we did." Chandler eyed me down, stepping closer and closer with the gun.

"You have no idea. I was prisoner. I was beat-"

"BUT LOOK AT YOU NOW! Finding 'true love' and shit. There's no such thing. He doesn't love you. He wouldn't beat you if he did. I wouldn't have taken you from your home if he did. He wouldn't have isolated you from everyone if he did. He just wanted a nice piece of ass that will last a long time. Didn't y'all fuck last week?" She pointed the gun at my chest.