Page 40 of Felix (4 Seats #2)

Chapter Forty

Aurora Henry

I ’m not even sure I know how long I’ve been here. I can’t count the sun or moon as I don’t have a view, I’m just stuck in this goddamn room with cement walls and no windows. The air is stale and thick with the stench of sweat and blood.

“Time to eat,” one of them sneers, dragging me back to reality. I clench my teeth, refusing to open my mouth. They can hold me captive, they can torture me, but I’ll be damned if I give them the satisfaction of feeding me like some animal.

“Stubborn bitch,” he mumbles, his hands gripping my face hard enough to bruise. “Fine, we’ll do it the hard way.”

“Fuck you,” I spit at him. It’s not much, but it’s a small act of defiance that makes me feel slightly more alive.

“Your choice, darling,” he says mockingly before shoving a feeding tube down my throat, forcing me to choke on it.

My eyes water, and I gag, trying to breathe around the intrusion.

They think they’ve won, but I refuse to cave in.

As soon as they turn their backs, I tear the tube out, feeling satisfaction as bile rises in my throat.

“Son of a bitch!” one yells when he sees what I’ve done. He grabs my arms, yanking them behind my back and tying them with rough rope.

“Learn your fucking place,” he snarls, giving me a vicious shove onto the cold floor. I struggle against the bonds, but it’s useless. My hands are permanently tied behind my back now, all because I refused their sick version of care.

“Fuck you,” I whisper again, too weak to put up more of a fight. My heart clenches at the thought of Felix. Why hasn’t he come for me? Is he even looking for me? I need him more than ever. But for now, I’m alone in this hellhole, and it’s up to me to survive and find a way out.

My body aches, the pain radiating from every gash and bruise. I drift in and out of consciousness, each time praying it’s my last, but I keep waking up to this nightmare.

“Hey, bitch! Time for some fun,” one of them sneers as he yanks me off the floor. My legs barely support me, but I stand, glaring at him with all the hatred I can muster.

“Fuck you,” I spit back, though the words lack force. My vision blurs as they start their sick games. I won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me break, even as they slice into my flesh, leaving more jagged cuts than before.

“Please.” I want to scream, but I bite my lip instead, tasting blood. They laugh as they violate me again and again, their twisted grins haunting my thoughts. It hurts worse than anything I’ve ever experienced, and I know I’m nearing death .

“Look at her,” one of them taunts while he lashes me with barbed wire. “Not so tough now, are you?”

“Fuck… you,” I gasp through clenched teeth. Every breath feels like fire, my chest tight and heavy. The infection spreading beneath my skin threatens to claim my life, and I welcome it—anything to be free of this hell.

“Pathetic,” another says, his eyes cold and cruel. “Thought you’d last longer.”

“Go to hell,” I choke out, tears streaming down my face.

Where are you, Felix? Why haven’t you come for me?

I collapse onto the floor, my body failing me. No one is coming. No one will rescue me from this torment. Despair settles in my bones, and I can’t hold on any longer.

“Is that all you got?” I whisper, my voice barely audible. Let them think they’ve won. I’m already dead inside.