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(Sorry it's been so long, it'll probably be very short, I really wanted to update for y'all.)
Violet's POV
Hope. It's funny how easily it can slip away from you into the dark abyss this world is.
After the 3rd escape try, almost all hope had been lost after the tortured ensued upon me.
The first, of course you already knew of. Within each time the punishments just got worse.
Whether they would tie me to a chair and beat me 'til I was black and blue, or the other when I was kept in the room I am in now, without food or water for a certain amount of days.
It never was the asshole who would hit on me either, for some reason he never really tried to hurt me purposefully; unless we are talking about when I kneed him in the balls and he slapped me for it. I will say I partially deserved it, but fuck it, he took me first.
The dick had it coming.
The room was always the same though- concrete walls and floors, nothing but a cot on the floor in the corner. Rats ran around every once and a while, the ceiling dripped, and everything smelt very musty. It was hard to breathe, and it was hotter than hell.
It was the perfect torture. There was one window, it was covered by a tattered and rugged curtain that was moldy and black, that was my first sign of hope. That was until I walked, well limped, over to the curtain pulling over just to see that the window was completely barred over, no human could possibly file or pull their was through the iron and steel covering my only escape.
I will not say that I have not had any company however. The lovely dickhead like to sing to me from outside the door with a little hole for throwing in food to me. He used to open the door for me and set it down, that was until I never stopped kicking him where the sun doesn't shine and running away. Good times.
Sam and Dean obviously weren't coming anytime soon, and if we are being completely honest, my life isn't worth theirs. I'd rather die than let these jerkoffs have their revenge on my boys.
Escaping is no longer a choice, so I might as well try to behave, right?
I'd never not make life hard on them, but if I at least try to gain trust from them, I could possibly help with an escape from here. Lets hope that gaining trust is the key, cause it's the only fucking option that I have.
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Feeding time should be about 2 times a day, but thanks to my friend, the asshole, he gives me a little extra on certain days. I can't really tell the time, so I have to go by sunrise. Typically, breakfast is skipped here. I get what I assume is lunch, since the sun is fully risen and everything is awake outside. Then dinner, when it's completely dark out.
Normally, i'll sit by the window and eat my food. It's not exactly easy to see outside due to the giant bars blocking my view, but small peep holes are provided for my enjoyment- so I believe. Just about everything outside is woods. Every once and a while if everything is completely quiet I can hear the birds and watch the sunrise. It's the best part of my day.
That usually end because of asshole singing to me when he sees me watching the birds and say that "he can do better." It usually ends with him screaming the lyrics to a once good song, and me covering my ears. Once and a while the other guys tells me that the torture that he inflicts upon me doesn't even get close to the amount of pain the singing causes. The sad part is that my brain is the only thing that hasn't gone numb, so it's true.
Throughout the hunting i've become numb to most beatings that I am given. My mind used to be safe, until now of course. Maybe if I had a little reading I could get some of my brain cells back that have once been lost.
"Hey! What does it take for a girl to get a little bit of intellectual stimulation around here?" I yelled by the door, praying that someone if home to fulfill my needs of reading a book.
"You know gorgeous, I don't speak that kind of language." Asshole responds doing the little spin that Channing Tatum did in 'Shes the Man' towards the door- you know, just without the phone.
"That's right, I forgot you speak dumbass. Hang on, I have to get my translator out." I roll my eyes at him and walk over to the bed to "look for it."
"Hey, If you don't want your 'intellectual stimulation," fine." He crosses his arms and starts to walk away. As much as I don't want to have to deal with him, I really need some entertainment.
"Hey, stop." He stops abruptly, and turns, grin evident on his face.
"I knew you couldn't resist me babe." He winks and saunters back over to the door. I huff and roll my eyes as little as possible, not to make him mad and cause him to walk away again.
"Just- ugh. Can I have something to read?" I say as nicely as possible.
"First of all, beautiful, it's 'please baby,' and second of all we don't have make-up magazines here love." He laughs and leans over the little peep hole and tries to whisper seductively, unfortunately, not doing a good job at it.
"A fucking novel, dickwad. Not a magazine, besides it doesn't surprise me that you don't have any, they're all in your bedroom." I rolled my eyes, trying not to giggle at my statement. Instead, I just bit my cheek.
"Fuck, how'd you know babe? Did you go through my room?" He says with a worried smile on his face. I couldn't help but smile and look down at my feet and hide the laugh that was soon to emerge from my mouth. "Holy shit gorgeous, did I get you do stop scowling and get the beautiful smile to come out?"
"Can I just have a book, please?" I say getting aggravated with him for knocking down part of my walls.
"On one condition, well maybe two." He says slowly, looking straight into my eyes hopefully.
"What?" I said more harshly than I meant for it to come out.
"Well for one, you have to kiss me, and second, you won't kick my in the balls when I open the door and let you read in front of a real window." He says, the corners of his mouth turning up.
"You'd let me out? Just to sit by a window?" I ask, almost smiling.
"If you kiss me and promise not to run away or kick me in the balls." He says like I didn't hear that part.
"The cheek?"
"Lips, my love." He replies.
"Cheek and we have a deal." I say, trying to negotiate. Even though he might be attractive, he kidnapped me- for God's sake he is Asshole, that is his name.
"It's the closest i'm going to get, so deal." He smiles and walks away.
"Wait, where are you going?" I ask, disappointed that he left might have just played me and gave up my hopes even more. Even worse, this time he didn't answer.
I sat in the room for about 5 minutes until he came back and unlocked the door for me.
"This way to your window, m'lady." He gestures out of the room. I slowly get up and walk over. He slowly puts one hand over his balls and I laugh and walk out. He nudges me forward and I start to walk 'til we get to a room with all windows, sunlight pouring in. I close my eyes and feel the light hit my skin from the windows. There is a stack of book by a comfy looking chair, and I make my way over.
We're on the second story of the 'home,' if you would call it. I hold onto the chair and close my eyes once again and let the sun hit every part of my, currently, exposed skin. I stand like that for almost a minute until a voice interrupts me.
"You have absolutely no idea how fucking amazing you look right now." He whispers from the other side of the room. I hadn't realized he had been standing there the whole time.
I look down at the floor and divert my attention to the pile of books next to the chair. I pick up the top one and read To Kill a Mockingbird as the title. I sit down on the chair and open it up to the first page, slowly reading until I pick up pace and turn each page faster than the next.
I could feel his eyes burning holes all over until he finally just got up and left. He came back a few minutes later with a loaf of french bread and some water. I looked up at him as he sat on the couch next to my chair and ripped off a piece of bread handing me it. We sat there eating for a while, not saying a single word to each other.
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I sat there reading for what felt like hours, but he didn't seem to mind. Instead he just sat there and watched me read like it was the most magnificent thing he'd ever seen.
Our peace was interrupted soon after when I heard a door slam shut down the stairs and feet stomp upstairs. He nudged me and my eyes fell back into the book.
"What the hell is going on here?" He snapped looking at me and then back over to the man sitting casually next to me. "This isn't a charity case, get her back into the fucking room. Are you kidding me, she could run at any minute."
"She won't." He says, taking his eyes off me for a split second, over to the man in the hallway.
"And you know this how?" His eyes raise.
"Because she hasn't done it yet. Even when I left." He says, still staring at me reading the words in the book slower than before. "Shhh. We're knocking off sunshine's focus. Look at her, shes reading slower than before." I blushed and tried to read faster after being caught.
"Just get her back into the fucking room." He pinched the bridge of his nose and started walking down the hall. I got up and creased the page I was on to mark my spot and was about to set the book down when the door slammed and I dropped it.
"Shit." I bent down and set it on the correct spot. I looked up and saw him staring once again at me.
"Come on, babe." He started walking back toward the room and my frown fell even more.
He purposefully went slow walking me back just so I could enjoy being out for a bit longer. I walked behind him until he stuck key in a handle and opened the door to my 'cell.' I just looked at him, but for once his head was down and he wasn't looking at me. He helped a little bit more than I expected and I owed him at least a little something.
Surprising myself, as well as him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He soon put his arms around me and squeezed back. I let go and kissed his cheek. "Thank you. For everything."
He sadly looked at me and shut the door, standing there for a minute before walking away.
A few minutes later he came back, unlocking the door. I sat on my small cot, looking up fearfully at him, until he took out a blanket and a big, fluffy pillow for me to lay on. He smiled, and set them on my cot, kissing my cheek and shutting his eyes tightly like he never wanted it to end. I stayed there for a bit until I leaned back onto the pillow and wrapped the blanket around me, smiling up at him. I mouthed 'thank you,' and closed my eyes.
I heard the door shut and drifted very slowly to sleep.
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