ABIGAIL'S POV
I slowly wake up, my eyes try it's hardest to open and stay that way. Once my eyes are completely open, I take the time out to examine the place I'm in my eyes move all along the once white walls, blood stains now slowly start to take over the white. My eyes find many things in the room, toys for adults, things I would never be able to tell you what they were for I don't even have the knowledge for it yet. I hear to guys talking, my heart starts to gain speed as I remember that deep nasty Irish accent, another voice following along sounding oh so familiar. I listen closely once I hear yelling, my eyes go big my heart starts to pump my arms and legs try to move but once again as before I am strapped down to a bed, a bed that I wish not to see nor to know or hear the stories that lies within it...
"Help!!" I scream, not loud enough. I go to scream again, that's when I realize there's been something blocking my mouth. I look down as much as my eyes would allow, a black giant muzzle is what I would call is strapped around my mouth, not silencing me but to muffle me. I take a deep breath trying to rid the tears so I could continue screaming.
"Helllpp!! Dad!! Help! Please!" I scream once more, the voices stop and I quickly listen but then realize he probably heard something and wanting to make sure it wasn't just a 'useless human' as he calls them.
"Hellllppp!! Daddy!!! Help me!!" I scream into the silence, still silent as the night.
"Please!" I scream, the burning in my throat as the tears build up. The tears now flow down my once full cheeks... Two weeks I have been in here, I am starving in need of water, and a restroom to properly clean myself. I've had to wee on myself just so my insides won't explode, I have done nothing but begged and pleaded for anyone to allow me to a restroom... I have piss and shit all over me, not by choice they put so many things in me that I have had the runs and I was never able to get to a toilet, they would laugh in my face they fucked me beat me until I couldn't breath. They chocked me almost to my near death, I just want out. I want to go back home and be a sex slave for my father instead, he never made me go through this before...
"No!!" I screamed once I couldn't hear anymore voices and the door slammed shut. The next thing I knew was that there was a different guy who walked in, I closed my eyes unable to even watch what he would do to me. By my surprise he unhooked me from the chains taking off the muzzle, I lay there eyes still closed.
"Get the fuck up!" He yelled making me jump to my feet, I looked down to see shit and piss all over me along with some other stuff I'd rather not remember. I smelled and I was sick looking. He raised his hand in the air making me and my naked body finch, only this time he handed me a towel. I examined the towel, is he going to beat me with it? Suffocate me?
"Take the fucking towel! Go shower!" He yelled at me, I flinched from the loudness of his voice. I have never seen this man around here before...
"Where?" I asked, but it came out as a whisper.
"Down the hallway to the left, there is a bathroom and a shower." He said still holding out the towel. I didn't move still cold and afraid, his facial expressions changed from angered to a soften face. He walked behind me causing me to flinch once again, Jesus Abby get your shit together. I tried to convince myself, the man behind me gently places the nice warm towel over me covering my body.
"I'm not here to hurt you. Okay?" He said with a more softer tone. I slowly nod my head staring at the floor. He then takes my arm gently pulling me, a realization just came to me... When he said shower? Does he mean with him? Oh no, please no. He keeps pulling my arm, my body has no physical ability to move I haven't eaten nor hydrated in a while I have no possible way of fighting him if I really tried anyways. We get down the hallway making a left to a door, he takes a key unlocking it he hold the door open for me I'm guessing to enter it. I close my eyes and enter the room, my breathing starts to pick up with panic. What is going to happen? Is he acting nice just to turn around and drowned me? Or to fuck me until I am dead? I start to panic a lot more, I feel hands being placed on my now bare shoulders realizing I dropped my towel the hands where big, rough and smelly the complete opposite compared to Harry's hands. I start to cry in fear, hurt and desperation. I'm terrified as to what is going to happen here, I'm hurt all over my body and in my heart, I'm desperate for Harry to barge through the door and kill every man that has touched me... I feel the warmth of the towel once again join me.
"You dropped your towel." The man says, he walks over to the shower turning it on.
"How do you like your water? Cold? Hot? Or luke warm?" He asks me.
"Cold, ice dropping temperatures." I quickly say, hoping it will make him not want to shower with me anymore. He looks over towards me and starts laughing.
"Aren't you some weird girl..." He trails off turning my water ice cold. He then backs away closing the curtain so no water spills out, he walks back over to the door about to close it.
"I will be out here, I'll make sure no one comes in. Just knock three times when you're done." He says before smiling sweetly, he closes the door fully allowing me to hear the sound of the lock locking. I nearly clasp on the floor from the relief of finally being left along in nice area, with running water. I quickly look around the bathroom to see if there is any widows in here, of course to my luck there isn't I hold back the sob that is threatening to come out. I make my way feeling the ice cold water, before getting in I take my hands forming a cup and drinking as much water as my body could possibly take in all at once. Once filling my body back with hydration I change the water to scolding hot, I step in the shower wincing in pain at the first contact of the hot water against my ice skin, once allowing my skin to get use to the water I step in fully enjoying every bit of what I have. I quickly look around for shampoo, I see a tiny bottle of shampoo sitting on the ledge of the bath I quickly grab it massaging it through my once clean hair. I didn't see any conditioner, so I washed my hair with shampoo until my hair was hard and stiff but allowing me to know that it's finally clean; I grab the body wash, which is in a giant container this time- well a bigger container than the shampoo. I finish washing my body after what feels like the tenth time, gently cleaning in sore areas. Before getting out, I turn the water ice cold once again getting some more water before stepping out; I wish my shower didn't have to ever end, I enjoyed picturing memories of me and Harry. Unfortunate, all great things must come to an end, I step out the shower turning it off careful not to slip on the tile, sauntering my way over to the door I knock three times as instructed. The door clicks and with an open the same man who told me he wasn't going to allow anyone in opens the door, a silent sigh of a slight relief. He quickly puts clothes through the door, see through panties and a laced bra... Great, he also hands me a beautiful night gown, which looks hand sown I push the thought as to where they got these from and put the clean clothes on. Before going to knock again, the same man appeared and handed me some toiletry a brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, some perfume and lotion. I start by brushing my teeth, then tackling down my hair, next I add some under arm perfume (deodorant) adding some lotion to my dry skin, in addition to little sprits of perfume. I finally feel clean once again, I go over to the door knocking three times.
"Wow, clean up nice."He says before opening the door all the way.
"Are you hungry?" He asks, I nod my head.
"Okay, follow me." He says, I hesitate to follow him but do so anyways. I look around this horrid place, trying not to look into rooms where girls are being pounded to the floor. I try to look for an escape window, but once again to my luck there is literally no windows in any room. After following this man we finally stop into what looks like a kitchen, a windowless kitchen. The man walks over to the shelve picking a bean can out, he takes a can opener and opens the can of beans warming them up adding a slight bit of cheese, handing them to me. I look at them in discuss.
"I know, but you are lacking protein. Beans are the best thing, plus I've been up all night listening to you cry and complain about gas issue. We all know this will help." He says, I slowly grab the beans and spoon from him. I start to slowly eat, enjoying ever bite on my tongue. The man sits next to me, handing me some orange juice.
"So what's your name?" He says eyeballing my drink.
"Abigail." I say more in a whisper.
"Nice name, I'm Nick." He says smiling softly, I just nod my head.
"So tell me? how old are you?" He asks another question, I swallow the rest of the beans on the spoon drinking a little juice.
"I'm nineteen." I say in a whisper, before going back back and eating more.
"Wow, pretty young..." He whispers.
'You got a boyfriend?" He asks, I stop eating my beans looking over at him, holding down the vomit I have.
"Why are you being nice to me?" I ask praying I won't regret it.
"I'm not like those men, I watch everyday how they treat ladies... Makes me ill." He says, looking away, probably ashamed.
"Why are you here then?" I ask, probably being to nosy.
"I have no choice, they have my families life. If I quit they will kill them all and leave me." He says, upset and depressed.
"What do- do you do?" I ask hesitantly afraid of the answer, he takes a deep breath still not looking at me probably ashamed in the answer he is willing to give.
"I get all these girls- well the still living girls, ready to be given away." He says, I look at him for a while, trying to wrap around my finger what he means by "given away?" I cover my mouth trying to hide the cries and tears that want to spill over.
"Are-Are you getting me- me ready?" I stutter, I look down at him tears clearly leaving my eyes. He looks up at me, hurt written in his facial expressions.
"I'm sorry..." He says trailing off.
"Please." I beg, this place I had no idea what it was? Nor why is was? Then I finally found out, it was a babydoll program... Only this one goes to really abusive men and even murders. That's why they have all these girls, putting them through so much hell because if they can survive this, there is a possibility that the man that buys these girls won't kill them.
"I'm sorry, I don't want this anymore than you do. I am too take you, clean you, freshen you up making you into a doll-well even though you don't need anything as beautiful as you are..."
"Then what? They just take me? A random stranger? A man who could do anything to me?!" My voice cracks at the end.
"I'm so sorry." Is all he says.
"You already have three buyers... They hear that you are a very special girl, they tried to get Simon Cowell to buy you, but he said no." He says, I can see right through his eyes he isn't telling the full truth.
"What did he fully say? Did he see me? Did he physically lay his eyes on my face my body?" I say in a whisper. The man looks up to me slowly nodding his head.
"They all heard you screaming something, Simon then said he must be on his way."
"What else did he say? Why didn't he want to buy me?" I ask.
"He said, that no money on this earth or in this life time nor the next is worth you... To have them kill you, that you wouldn't make them any money..." He says trailing off. My whole body wants to fall to the floor, I want to scream until I can't breath anymore. I want to die, I will never get out of this. No one will ever find me, all I had was him and he let me down... I stop breathing, my heart couldn't take anymore, the tears came out so fast and never stopped. I sat here sobbing into my bare hands, a random man who is going to "doll" me up and give me away sitting here possibly wanting to tell me it's going to be okay, but him and I both know nothing will ever be okay.
"Why.."
"Why- why did this happen to me?"
"Of all the people in the world, why me?" I cry even harder, finding self pity.
"I deserve none of this! I did nothing! To no one! I was born and my own dad murdered my mom! My own dad didn't even care to help me!"
"The man who made me! The man that I have his own blood! Never tell the world that he has a child, never wants the world to know, only wants to keep me for money! The only chance I had of surviving, he left me naked covered in my own shit! He left me and told them to kill me!"
"My own father!"
'Why God! Why do you hate me so much?! What did I ever do to you that you hate me? You punish me! You allow my mother to die! You allow me to find love and then loose it! Allow me to go through everything!"
"I can't take this anymore... I just can't... I'm so weak, so frail, so hurt... Everything I ever loved been ripped away from me like tearing a page out of notebook... Only this time everyone is tearing my heart into single pages."
"I have no more pages now... I am down to my last page, and my own dad just teared it out and ripped it in front on me." I cry everything that I think, everything that I feel. I fall onto the floor, wishing to die. So I can just go to hell, I won't make it heaven why would I? God hates me... I see through my blurry eyes a shinny thing in the distance, I pick my weak body up having my feet walk me to the shiny object. I run my finger across the giant blade allowing my finger to bleed, a dark crimson red starts to flow.
"Don't! Abigail!" I hear Nick yelling. Except my ears and brain don't collaborate anymore, I grab the end of the knife handle jabbing the blade into me. I feel nothing but warm blood flowing down my stomach, before dying slowly my eyes still see a man running to me in hopes of keeping me alive, but there is no more hope. Hope is shit. I feel a man grab me once I fall onto the floor, paralyzed possibly from pain and feeling nothing, or the utter shock of what just happened and what is to happen.
"Abigail! No! Please stay with me!!" Nick yells and cries. Why is he crying? I meant nothing to him, he meant nothing to me. I mean nothing to anyone.
"Talk to me please!!" He yells again, only sounding much more muffled as I can feel a warm liquid fill my ears.
"Tell Harry I love him, and will never stop loving him. Tell him that I'm sorry for everything." I say before everything goes black and I am left in darkness with silent ears.