Captive

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I've been down here a month now, or at least I think it's been a month. Anymore my days just run together, I have no way to tell what time it is, or anything. It's kind of funny actually, I just cant help but laugh. I just never thought this could happen. I, the girl who had everything, key word being 'had'. I had a great family life, great friends, a great boyfriend, and great grades. Than one chilly Autumn morning it was all ripped away from me. Now I won't be known for my good grades or achievements anymore, no I'll be known as the girl who got abducted on her way to school one morning. That's all I will ever be anymore. I was going places. Senior year was great, I had plenty of offers from many great colleges, but in one morning all those dreams and goals I worked so hard for, got thrown out the window.

I always wonder if I'll ever be saved, I'm starting to lose hope. Being down here for so long has changed me. I'm not the same "happy go lucky" girl anymore, no now I'm only bitter. I used to love the world, I thought it was a happy, beautiful place, that was until these monsters found me and took everything away from me! Now I realize how shitty this world really is. If it was the happy, beautiful place I thought I knew, than I'd be safe by now. But nothing is ever what it seems, no not even close. The way my life is now, would make Hell seem like a beautiful place.

I guess I'm being pretty vague, you're probably wondering why my life is so bad now, what could have happened to the ball of sunshine everyone knew? Well, I'll tell you. You see these men, no I dont even want to call them that, no man would treat a woman the way they have been treating me. These monsters come down here every other day, they beat me and push me around like I'm nothing but a damn doll!

They have to keep me tied up now, because one day I decided to fight back. Bad move on my part, but I'll admit it though, punching that asshole in the face felt pretty damn good, he was pissed but I was thrilled. They took me in a way I only ever wanted my boyfriend to. They stripped me of my dignity and self respect. They have turned me into nothing but a shell of the girl I used to be, they did so to the point that I dont even feel pain anymore. I'm just numb to it, every hit they give me, every time they defile me, I dont feel it, not at all. I guess that's a good thing though, I wouldn't want to feel their nasty hands all over me. They have made me hate all men, I know I shouldn't because not all men are the same. Because of them, I dont even think I could face my boyfriend again. I would be too afraid to, what if he thinks I'm disgusting now? What if he doesn't even want to be with me anymore? Just that thought alone terrifies me and breaks my heart.

I guess I should introduce myself, I'm Lucielle Evan's, 18 years old, honors student, senior at Rosemary Highschool. Or at least I was until my abductors decided that scum like me didn't deserve a name, now I'm Bitch or Whore. Whichever they feel fits, whore is their favorite though. Maybe now that's all I am, just a whore. I mean what kind of woman let's two men take advantage of her? It's happened so many times, I've lost count. I'm nothing but a damn body those two bastards use to get off and beat frustration out on. Because yes, it's so frustrating keeping someone captive, especially someone who is too weak to do anything anymore. Once a week I get food and water, just enough to keep me alive, nothing more. They wouldn't want their precious play thing to die, no that would be a shame, maybe to them at least. At this point I would welcome death with open arms like an old friend. We can all dream though, right? That's all it is, a dream to get away from this torture. I guess that's pretty twisted right? Dreaming about death. It brings me peace I guess, considering all I have now are my dreams, even the dark ones were death comes for me, it's my only comfort. I like knowing that they can strip me of everything, but never those.

Ha, my life dreams, those are kind of bitter memories now. I always thought I would live the perfect life, I guess that's not gonna happen now. Unless the perfect life is being held in a basement against my will and constantly being taken advantage of than yeah, I'm living in paradise. Look at me making jokes in what is possibly the worst situation ever. I guess at least I still have some sense in me to be able to make jokes, granted they aren't the best jokes, but hey I have to do something to entertain myself. It's pretty boring down here, with my only human interaction being those two scumbags. The only other noise I hear besides those two, is that damn leaky pipe, that constant dripping is going to drive me insane. That is, if i haven't already gone insane, which I'm almost positive i have. What kind of person talks to themselves? Certainly someone who isn't sane anymore. I guess the lack of sunlight and human interaction is getting to me. Speaking of which, I wonder when those two are gonna bring me my weekly meal. Oh speak of the devil, or devils I should say.