Aretta & Secrets

Efforts to escape

The handle of the small knife is silver and very easy to hold even though it is made of thin. When I managed to find it the pleasure was back up.

But it turns out that the problem again arises when the knife cannot be opened. I tried to open it and it was hard. Though the mini knife place is made of plastic material and it looks like the plunger for the blade exit has been jammed.

I tried again, I stepped on, I threw jyga but nothing changed. The knife was still sturdy and seemed to be mocking me. I sighed and put my head in my hand for not succeeding in destroying the thing. For the first time I cried out of fear. I cried because I thought I would never get out of this place. I sobbed and started slumping against the wall.

I cried for a lot of things, cried for Aidan, Gio, Papa, and also for the possibility that I would never get out of here. If there is someone who took the initiative to look for me, in the end they will give up and go back to living their lives like before. Then slowly they will begin to forget my existence.

My crying did start because of the problem of the little knife that could not come out. But when my eyes looked around the room and I found a worn-out shelf on the wall, suddenly the idea just popped up.

I approached and grabbed the wood that was still attached. At first habya touched and it turned out that the wood was not perfectly attached to the wall. I grabbed one of the detached blocks and slammed it on top of the mini knife.

It slid around the basemant floor, sandwiched by impact and bounced around the room. I got closer to where it was bouncing and I found it lying near the stairs. This time all the coverings were completely destroyed.

I don't bother looking for a grip anymore because it doesn't matter. I concentrated on the cutter blade and began to clean up the protective residue for me to throw under the bed.

The safest place and impossible to check by the Gods. Now a happy grin appears on my lips and hope is back on my feet.

It's not big, it's about the size of half my middle finger and I still don't know what to do with it. But a plan will definitely come to me later and when it does I don't have to wait any longer. I shuffled the thing in my hand, then moved it carefully from one hand to the other. They're sharp and I've also gotten a small cut in my knuckle. This is nothing compared to the scratches the Gods made for me.

I walked to the window while opening the paper covering it to look outside. Just see if it's still light out there. Time is running very slow in this basemant with nothing I can do.

I paced around in the basement with the lights still on. I tried to think of what plan would work to stab and attack the Gods when he came down later. I also began to wonder to myself whether I could drop it or not.

While I was still thinking hard, suddenly a voice came from upstairs. At first I didn't know if my hearing was hard or not, and then I sharpened my ears. I heard the sound of feet running down the stairs with quick steps.

I panicked and clasped the blade in my hand so hard that it almost cut the skin of my palm. I immediately jumped up and pulled the light cord and went back to making the basemant dark again. I approached the window and covered it again. When I heard footsteps getting closer, the feeling that the figure was about to descend was very certain. He'll definitely visit me.

I'm rethinking the most feasible plan to do so far and I'm going to make it happen, hoping it will work. I heard the key handle on the open door and...

"Sweety?" he said, "I heard a voice, what are you doing?" ask her frankly. His footsteps slowly descended the old stairs and stopped before he reached the bottom.

"Where are you..?" He was speechless for not finding me anywhere in this dark basemant.

I watched as he squinted at the lights above and still tried to keep looking for me. I felt my heart beating uncontrollably, and I knew if I didn't act now I would stay locked in this room. I waited until he was in the position I wanted, and that's when I would start stabbing him.

His hand tried to snatch to release my hand, but as he did that, I used the cutter that was in my hand to slice his hand slightly. He screamed while clasping his hand, but I wasn't done getting there. I used the cutter again to make another scratch on his chin and make him throw me.

I felt like I was conquering a dragon or a beast. This animal has made me hide in a small basemant, making me unable to get fresh air and light while he uses me for his own pleasure which makes me so fed up. I felt happy when I managed to hang it around his neck. But then I wondered about my sanity.

I began to notice, as he thrashed loudly and clasped my hand to look for air.

His hands were covered in blood along with streams that welled up and dripped onto the ground. I sliced back once more in his hand, this time louder than before. He yelled again and I let go, making the ity man fall to the floor.

The god gasped for breath while holding his wound to stop the bleeding. I almost laughed at how pitiful he was, the combination of all the wounds I had incised was nothing compared to the huge wound he had given me.

As he gasped for breath, I used the opportunity to run up the stairs. Not moving for a few days did not mean my legs became weak and I struggled to climb the stairs with incredible speed so that I could escape from it. I reached the top of the stairs and wasted no time in enjoying the fresh air. I remembered the exit route and started following it as I felt sure the man was still in the basemant.

I reached the front door painted in pitch-black, then started to turn the door handle. I pulled the door only to realize it was locked. I fumbled and found the key that was stuck there. I quickly turned the key while turning the doorknob and the door opened. A gust of fresh air hit me, and it smelled sweet. Sweetness is like freedom. My heart was beating so hard that the blood rushing in my ears blocked any sound.

I stepped out trembling, but my steps were held back when I felt a snake-tattooed hand wrap around my neck and pull me back inside the house. The door slammed along with me was also slammed into the ground and it dropped the cutter that I still held in my hand. Fresh air was cut off, but a chill enveloped the air as the blood-soaked God furiously stood before my frail body. His eyes said I was in trouble.

I'm so close to freedom, so I don't think about what if it doesn't happen. I thought I'd make it free and once I got out I'd run with all my might. But I'm still here. Not going anywhere with the God who was looking at me with a sharp look that made me shrink back.

"You dare to admit it!" He sizzled at me and jumped. Like a few nights ago I overcame him, but this time he did that without mercy. He did not forgive me at all because now he claps me and grips my sore hand hard. He pulled my hand hard knowing that if I got a fatal wound there and there was also my greatest weakness.

I screamed as the pain stung around my bones as he pulled me to my feet. I had no choice but to follow him as he led me up the stairs. He almost seemed to be dragging me.

"Bas stupid." He sneered and gave me goosebumps, "you must be taught a lesson."

He turned his head to look at me, and his gaze kinj was filled with a lust for anger.

Lust.

She dragged me into the bedroom, but I didn't have time to realize what was happening or pay attention to it again before she threw me on the bed. In a split second, he's already narrowed me down again.

This time it seems that I know what will happen next and I use the last chance I have to ask for help. I screamed as loud as I could, hoping someone would hear my voice. Whether it's a neighbor or an outsider passing by. I used the last strength I had to shout, even I felt my throat contract as I screamed out loud. The god himself looked horrified as my voice managed to make him turn a deaf ear. But I didn't stop there.

I screamed again until before his hand came down and slapped me hard in the face. Cut off my para-ku screams.