"You need to realize that our lives are on the line," she heard someone say. She then woke up slightly and saw Jamie and Joseph talking. She stayed quiet, pretending to go to sleep. "They're looking for you Joseph. They're looking for her. And you fucked up by picking her up that night," he said "No, actually, I dropped her off and pick her up, for a reason," he defended, "To get caught!? Joseph, our lives are in danger, do you understand that?" Jamie argued, "How are we in danger!? I know what I am doing, Jamie. We won't get caught, I've already spoken to people," he said, "You're friends that have been arrested fifteen times? And the reason they got out was because of us?" He said, "Jamie, we are fucking lawyers, think like one. Look back on how they won't find her or us," he said. Then she began to think.
He always wore black (when he was out in public), he never showed his face and when he did, it always seemed as if they were having a good time. Well, he made it seem like they were having a good conversation since he was always in front of her to that others can only see his face and not hers. That's why he was always smiling while speaking to her. She thought about it, then realized that he was one hell of a good actor. He never once made a scolding face at her when they were out in public. Then she remember there was no security or cameras out in the area she lived and when he had noticed he was hurt, they were far enough to where cameras from the hospital couldn't capture him placing her in the backseat. And now she realized the reason he sent her to work. Damn, he had a good plan.
"Joseph, what the hell? Did you think sending her to work once was going to convince people that she was fine?" Jamie questioned, "Jamie! Shut up. I have to wake this bitch up," he groaned, before walking to her. Offended that he called her bitch, she got up quickly, when he wasn't looking and punched him right in the back of his head. This time she wasn't going to hold back. He turned to face her, "This is for calling me a bitch!" she punched him again right in the nose. "Also payback for breaking my nose, bitch," she said, her heart filled with rage. "See you're speaking English again," he chuckled, she looked at him, not realizing that she had said something in English. She laughed, then kicked him on his lower stomach causing him to fall back. Jamie grabbed her arm and pulled her back, but she ended up getting defensive and punched him so hard that he also fell back and hit his head against the wall.
Joseph attempted to get up but she kicked his face. Blood began to spill from the contact of her foot. "You deserve this shit," she said, kicking his stomach and kicking and punching him anywhere she could. Punching him with all her force. Jamie grabbed her ankle but soon found himself getting his arms twisted by her. He yelled out in pain and fell back. Joseph got up and threw her against the wall. "Oh, you want to play games?" he said, but she began twisting both of his arms and kneeing him in the crotch. He yelled out in a pain, falling to the ground, and Jamie quickly crawled out of the room. "Don't forget the power of the Goldwing," she spat on his face. Then repeatedly used all her force stepping on his chest until he was spitting blood.
Once she saw the blood she stopped. Realizing what she had just done. She chuckled feeling a whole lot better. The rage in her heart that she had for him was emptied. She felt somewhat good to see his face bloody and bruised. "Guess, it feels good to beat people," she said. "Now, I understand why you do it," she laughed, patting his cheek. She could tell that he was struggling to breathe and that's when two men came. "Get her," Joseph breathed out one of them came to her and the other sat him up and began to check for his weak pulse and check the injuries. Meanwhile, the other man placed heavy chains on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. He stood in front of her and the blood from his wounds dripped onto her forehead. "You're a strong girl," he said, "Didn't expect you to be that strong," he smeared his blood down her face to her lips. She wanted to gag at the taste of blood, but she kept herself as calm and collected as possible.
"Now, your behavior was unacceptable, you deserved to be punished," he signaled the men to leave. "Let's see how long you can last here. I know that fasting your doing won't last long, and I know eventually you'll give in, but let's see how long you'll last," he said, tying a chain around her neck tight, enough to cut off her oxygen, but not enough to cut off all of her oxygen. "I'll be back, in a bit darling." He left the room and turned off the lights locking the door. She tried to get up but all the chains had her tied down. She groaned. Why are you so strong when you're mad? She thought to herself. She was stuck on her knees, with blood stains on her face, and heavy chains on her shoulders. She wanted to scream, shout, and possibly even through a tantrum, but she knew he'd enjoy that way too much. Since he was most likely into her being dramatic. She could tell.
After a few minutes, the door opened again and someone grabbed her neck tightly, so tight she felt it swell up. The chains on her neck made the pain worse. Causing it to radiate down to her chest. She tried to breathe but she couldn't. She let out reached out to tug on his shirt and he laughed. "That's right bitch, suffer," he chuckled. As soon as she was about to lose consciousness he released her neck. She gasped and coughed. He grabbed her hair to make her look at him. She looked at him. His expression was proud, and he looked amused. Possibly by the sight of his blood and her panting to catch her breath. She didn't exactly know why he did that. She didn't think there was a reason too. Maybe he was bored? She didn't know. Payback for her beating nearly the living shit out of him, maybe?
"Please," she breathed out noticing the needle in his hand, "No." He smirked, "No, you fucking deserved this because you're a bad girl, not a good one. Good girls get rewards, bad girls get punished," he said, removing the cap to the needle. "But I'll be nice to you, you'll be happy with this," he said, injecting it into her arm as if it were nothing. It didn't even give her time to react or anything. He took out the needle from her vein and through it somewhere. Blood dripped down her arms and she began to feel lightheaded. The room spun and her heart began to pump so much blood she could feel it. Suddenly she felt woozy. That was when he left the room. She felt herself enter a state of mind where she didn't know what was real and what was not. Her vision faded in and out and soon began to see stars.
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About a week later she felt delusional. She hadn't seen anyone, talked with anyone, heard anyone, nothing. She was tired. Her body ached, she was sweaty from how hot the room was. Her stomach had that weird tingly sensation that you felt when you hadn't eaten in a while, almost as if it were numb. Her head was super lightheaded and she swore she saw things. Her skin was paler and she felt as if she were underwater. She knew that on day one, she smelt a weird scent that lingered in the room since then. To be honest, wasn't quite sure how she was still breathing. Anyway, she had gotten quite used to the scent, but it was quite obvious to her it was some sort of gas to make her feel like this. The chains on her body had left bruises on her skin.
She soon found herself crying at it. Dehydrating herself even more. At this moment, she wanted to die. She wanted to find any way to kill herself at this moment. She wanted to hang herself, throw herself off a bridge, anything. She hated living like this. She hated that she had to marry a man she didn't love. Well, she did, but she didn't love him for what he did to her. He was forcing her to marry her. Already was married to her. But she couldn't lie though, she had fantasized about him doing explicit things to her, but she always reminds herself to look at what he was doing to her. She wasn't that quick to give in. She wasn't going to give in. She wasn't going to allow herself to. Even though deep down she was in love with him and she didn't know why. He was attractive, even more, attractive when he was angry. It made her heart flutter. She didn't understand why though.
The door opened and a bright light appeared. She squinted her eyes from the brightness, trying to adjust to it. She saw Joseph for the first time since she had beaten him. He had on very casual clothes, it wasn't anything formal, which was shocking. She looked down to avoid eye contact. She stayed silent. By the look of his eye, she could tell that he was about to pull her out and do God knows what. So she was already preparing for it. She closed her eyes as he walked closer. She felt the weight of the chains be lifted and she let out a quiet sigh of relief. She felt his hand trace the outlines of the markings the chain left an odd. She hissed at it. Her skin is fragile like glass. Handprints of his were shown on her neck along with the print of the chains that had been wrapped around her neck. Along with a few other cuts and bruises from previous injuries.
His look showed a bit of sympathy but not a lot. She was soon lifted up, her legs felt heavy from lack of movement. The pin and needle sensation went down her leg, and she struggled to keep her balance. He had his arm wrapped around her body and began to lead her out the door. He hadn't said a single word, he hadn't done a single movement of violence. Which concerned her. She was led into a bathroom and soon found herself in a tub filled with roses. She looked at him weirdly. And he gently began to clean off old blood and wounds that were infected. He was very gentle and it made her uncomfortable. Once he was done he helped her out of the bath and dressed her once again in a white shirt, white sweatpants, and white socks. She hated wearing all white but it was better than being naked.
He told her to sit down on the bed and that he'd bring something for her to eat. Which was odd. Everything about this was abnormal. But she didn't question it. She was too emotionally and physically drained to even think about it. He came back a few minutes later with a plate of food, then left. She sighed and ate. It had been the only thing she had eaten in days. Days felt like weeks and weeks felt like months. She hated this. She hated it all. She wasn't even sure what month it was anymore. She didn't know what time it was or what day. She wanted everything to go back to normal. She looked at the necklace on her neck, remembering Mrs. Sandra. Oh, how she missed her. She needed her so much in her life. She smiled softly at it remembering all the memories they had together. She wished she got to spend more time with her. She missed her and her real mom. God how she wished they were here with her right now.
She needed a mother figure in her life. She needed love. But where could she find it? There was no way in hell he loved her. No way. Joseph was not all there mentally and she knew that. He was not ok. Neither was Jamie because she noticed he was on his side then again she was on hers. She felt betrayed by Jamie, because he helped Joseph kidnap her, and he's allowing him to do these things to her. At this point, she pretty much wanted to die. She hoped he'd kill her soon. She couldn't handle it anymore. What was worse was that he wanted children. He wanted her to carry his children. Which she hated. She wanted kids but never in this manner. She was so done with everything. So done. And she hated how every time she saw him she kept catching more and more feelings for him. He was beautiful, he's such a pretty liar. She didn't know what it was about him.
He walked back into the room and pulled her into a hug. He looked down at her, to see her eyes droop from lack of sleep and exhaustion. She looked at him and he leaned in to kiss her lips. He kissed them softly. She let him kiss her. She didn't fight back or argue. She honestly didn't care what he did to her at this point. She just wanted to be out of this misery. She soon found herself being laid on the bed and him on top of her. Kissing, sucking, and biting the skin on her body as if it were the last thing he'd get to do too. She let out a few moans from him finding the sweet spot on her neck. Her hands trailed to the back of his head and tangled her fingers into his hair. That's when he pulled away. "I love you, Ashlyn. I do," he said. She nodded and he kissed her once again. She wish she could find words to say or have the confidence to stand up for herself. She can stand up for herself, but she has to be really ticked off to.
He laid down beside her and began to play with her hair softly, singing quietly, but loud enough for her to hear. As much as she hated it, she had to accept it. One thing she also learned was that hate was a feeling she had almost every day. She felt hate with a mixture of love and it was confusing. So confusing. Honestly, confusion, hate, love, pain, and sadness were all she felt now. It was pure misery. Pure misery she felt. Nothing made her happy anymore. Nothing. She lost interest in everything and everyone. Now, she was confused about if she did love him. Did she love him? Or was it hate? Or was it both? She didn't know and she didn't want to know. She felt the strangest emotions but she didn't know of it was hate or love. She didn't want to know anything more. She just closed her eyes and heard him sing to her. His voice was a gentle, deep, raspy, all at once very comforting. God, could she learn to not give in so easily?