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My captor has always said he wants to make money off me, but I thought it was just a threat. Not something he would actually do. Apparently, he was serious.
Or maybe this was just a one-off. A test. Maybe that’s why the door is open. It’s all a test. Everything is always a test with him. It gives him an excuse to hit and kick me. To fuck me.
I stop scrubbing myself and bite my lip. He’s never not home at night. But even when I woke up, the house was quiet.
When I finish rinsing off, I turn off the water, take the dirty towel that I have been using for god knows how long, and dry myself off. Then I creep toward the open door and listen.
Not a fucking sound.
Except the beating of my heart.
That I can hear loud and clear. It feels like it’s ready to burst out of my chest as I grip the door frame. The hall is dark, and I see no lights anywhere. My eyes adjust to the black in front of me, and I can see the outlines of the house.
Do I risk turning on lights? I have never been past this door. I can’t tell if the bumping I hear is my heart or in the house. Maybe I should wait until morning? No, that would be stupid.
What if this is my only chance to get out?
I look down at myself, seeing that I’m completely naked. The way he likes me. I need to find some clothes.
Fuck!
I stand frozen in the doorway of my prison. There is a door to my left that is closed and one farther down on my right that is open.
Ever so slowly, I tiptoe toward the open door. My feet move quietly along the carpet under them. After several steps, I try tosquint to see what is inside the room. There is a night light along the wall that helps illuminate where I am.
The laundry room.
The washer and dryer sit along the wall in front of me. The fresh smell of the detergent hits my nose. It smells clean in here. A stark difference from the horrible smell of my cage. I creep closer toward it and see that along the wall opposite the machines is a rack with clothes hanging from it.
I start to salivate at the prospect. But then I freeze up. What if this is a test? This is too easy. The door was open, the clothes… this is way too fucking easy.
My hands shake with the rest of me. The coldness from being wet starts to seep into my bones. These clothes would be so nice to wear, so warm. I don’t know if this is worth the risk.
But I need to escape. I need to get out of this hell.
I shake my head and try to steady my panicked breathing. I need to take this risk. If I stay here, I will die here. If I get caught, he will probably kill me. But if I escape, I can be free. I don’t know where I will go—fuck, I don’t know where home is.
But maybe I will remember. Maybe it will come to me, and I can find my family. Whoever they are.
Are they still looking for me?
My hands shake as I reach up and grab the T-shirt. It smells like him. It still has the scent of his body on it. The detergent isn’t strong enough to get rid of that putrid stench. I almost gag as I throw it over my head.
I just keep trying to remember the goal. Get the fuck out.
Before I grab a pair of shorts that are sitting on the dryer, I quickly take a listen to see if I can hear him.
Still, silence.
I need to do this. I need to get out.
I quickly grab the basketball shorts and throw them on, tying them to keep them from falling off. They are huge, and my smallframe is swimming in them. Hell, I am already small to begin with. Five foot nothing, thin frame.
I think I used to have boobs. I don’t know. The skin looks wrinkled. They are flatter; they just hang there, bruised and beaten. My brunette hair is dry and damaged, hanging down to the middle of my back.
My captor tried to give me a trim once. He wanted to dress me up in these doll clothes. But he fucked up cutting my hair, making it too short and crooked. He beat me until I apologized for his fuck up. Even used the scissors to carve “fuck doll” and “stupid toy” in my back.
I look down at my feet and realize that I need something for them. His shoes will make it too difficult to walk in. Next to where the shorts were are a few pairs of socks. I quickly grab two pairs and double wrap my feet in them.