Aretta & Secrets

Still trying to survive

The man chuckled at my actions and he also muttered something I could not hear clearly. I had to close my eyes when he absorbed out of my partner and took me into his house which was filled with light. He had brought her here before, but since I was in such bad shape and was in so much pain because of the injuries he had inflicted, it made me unable to see how the room was going.

In the same situation and in different circumstances. Here I am back here and now my eyes are wildly exploring the room in the house of the Gods.

I could see a feminine-looking flower curtain hanging on the window. I also looked around the room which all looked neat. There were no pillows scattered or books left open. This amazing place I never thought was owned by a b******like a God.

The man was still dragging me up the stairs. I still don't think where he's going to take me. Stepping her heart wide and my slow footsteps made my journey stumble.

He stopped and made me stand in front of the bathroom.

"Come in" he ordered, pointing to the toilet. I actually want to be angry about being treated like a pet, but I didn't. For now I will try to be a good boy so that he loosens his watch on me.

I put my foot in the bathroom and returned my body to look at the man. At first the goddess raised one of her eyebrows. When I gestured to stare at the toilet and he took turns the man just regained consciousness.

"Okay," he sighed softly, "I'll wait outside." He immediately stepped out of the bathroom without protest and stood outside the door with his back to me, but unfortunately he did not close the door.

"Speed!" She screamed and I still watched as she crossed her arms and tapped her feet on the floor impatiently. I followed her advice and sat down on the toilet. When I followed his orders, I started staring around the bathroom. First I looked in the mirror and how surprising I was when I found my reflection there. The person inside the mirror was very fragile, dirty, and weak. The knife-scarred scar also clearly stretched from the base of the ear down to the bottom of the front neck and stopped right in the middle of my chest.

The blood remains with the edges appearing swollen and reddened. That part is a little bit itchy. In my opinion it's due to an infection.

I did not immediately clean the scar because there is no antiseptic here. All I did was wash my hands haphazardly while looking at something that looked glittering in the sink. It was a small knife. The blade seemed to sparkle towards me, as if inviting me to take it.

I didn't think long and decided to take it. I grabbed it quickly and saved it to my front dress. The knife stuck to my bra.

"Udah is done," he exclaimed from the doorway and turned around. He took a step closer towards me and immediately pulled my wrist, clutching it hard to prevent me from escaping.The man started to take me back to basemant.

And the man dragged me back to step down the stairs to basemant. He let me go back to the room that was damp and cold. He pushed me in until I fell down the stairs until I landed on my knees on the cold floor.

"Good night, baby. Ah, yes... Do not let you follow dirty also because it has been there for a long time." He chuckled again as he walked quickly leaving me in the dark basemant.

This time I have something to do. I reached into my dress to find the little knife I had managed to hide. But that thing doesn't exist.

Where'd it go? When God pushed me earlier, I did stumble. It must have fallen to the ground and disappeared somewhere. I didn't realize it before and now I'm starting to use both of my hands to search. Ignoring my previously broken wrist because it was so needed by me.

I patted the floor and continued searching desperately. I was almost tired and gave up because it was never recovered. The floor in the room was quite wide and it might take me a day to find that thing. I had to insist on myself to get out of this place.

I don't feel like time has passed long enough. My hands were already nearly numb as the cold temperature started to rise. I sighed, then stood up to stretch my body. I raised my hand as high as I could above and suddenly an idea approached me.

I don't know why I didn't think about this before and I fooled myself for it. I raised my hand as high as I could so I could look for the wires used to turn on the lights when danced. I walked to the place where I thought it was. I try and keep trying even if there is no result. Maybe because I was too short, I thought to myself.

I became desperate because the only way I thought it would be easy to do was hard to try. If only I could grow taller, my heart.

I took a few steps forward and managed to hit the bed. For a moment I still felt hesitant and now started to stand on it. I tried to ignore the thought of a stranger's blood mixed with mine that had dried up in the middle. I stretched out my hand again and swung my hand several times to look for the rope. I was so hopeful that I even prayed that the rope would soon be found by my hand.

I am glad that my prayer has been answered. The end of the cable hit the inside of my palm. I almost screamed for joy, but I held back. I tried my tiptoes and started pulling them hard.

I was almost blind because of the light produced by the bulb above. I immediately moved quickly and found it lying under the window with its tip pointing outwards. It was as if he was telling me that it was a way to be free.

I grabbed it and checked it under the lamp. His glittering blade invited me to use immediately.

And that's what I think about using this thing.