Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (e reader books .txt) 📗

He walked closer before slapping me hard across my face making me fall on the cold times floor. “Bitch! How dare you to raise your voice out? Hmm?” He tugged my hair hard, making me cry out in pain. My hands in cusps having no way to fight back.

“I dare you to even open that mouth again.” He tore the sleeves of my dress, scratching my skin making blood clotting in there. I hissed as he grabbed my jaws tightly dug his nails and pressed his sloppy mouth over mine. Bile rose up my throat at the disgust. I struggled and struggled but in vain.

And when I saw him opening his dark belt and whipping slashes against my skin, breaking out the blood, I knew there was no way out.

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Five-years later

I peeked through my lashes at the girl sat beside me, her body limp and unmoving and I felt she may not be alive anyone. In all these years, I had seen deaths like snowfall. The shrieks, cries and fear of so many girls captured, bought, sold and destroyed.

I moved stealthily, slowly towards her, trying to be as quite as possible. The guards outside shouldn’t know. We weren’t allowed to communicate. I dropped my head low reaching her ears. She was breathing I realized and that gave me a little relaxation.

“Hey.” I spoke quietly near to her ears, waiting her to reply but she didn’t. I spoke again, and waited. She wriggled a little, before peeking her eyes open and meeting mine. I saw the blood dripping down from the cut on her forehead.

“A-are you also…” I gave her a nod, and a half smile, a mere gesture of lips pulling up in the corners. I didn’t know that was counted as smile or not. She struggled rising up when I saw her hands also in cuffs. She looked at me as if studying me.

“Will you help me in something?” I asked her voice low, wishing she wouldn’t deny. Her eyes widened a little before she nodded. “What's that?”

I gulped the fear rising in my throat as I spoke out the thought in my mind for the last two months. “Will you help us in escaping?” Her eyes widened as I saw the blueness in them. She was beautiful but like a broken butterfly.

“E-escape?” I nodded turning more towards her.

“Listen, I had this for long in mind, and since I saw you here beside me, I felt we want the same.” She gulped and didn’t answer right away. I realized she might not be willing to risk.

Disappointed I shifted away from her a little and gazed outside through the little window. The lawn and the road, looked so foreign. “I want to leave.” I heard her say and turned to face her. “But I’m scared.”

I gave her a half smile. “For what?” she looked up at me, her eyebrows furrowed.

“death. They will kill us, if we get caught.” I chuckled lowly at that, I couldn’t find the humour.

“And you think you’re living now?” She looked at me, her eyes surprised yet concentrated. I shook my head at her. “You’re merely breathing. Living like this is as same as dying. At least in that way there will not be any pain anymore.” It didn’t surprise me when I saw a lone tear escaping her eyes while mine remained dry. It happens when you get accustomed with everything.

“What chance are there we will make out alive?” I shrugged, looking down at my toes which one used to be painted in bright red. “Maybe 50 or less than that. I don’t know.”

She rubbed the tear away from her face, her eyes studying me. “How long have you been here?”

“Five years.”

“What!” I could hear the surprise in her voice. I didn’t react. “This long and still you have hope to escape?” I shrugged feeling a little lightheaded.

“There isn’t hope anymore. I don’t hope. If there is a chance than we can survive out otherwise will die. Nothing in between. And nothing to lose anymore. I had lost whatever I had.” She kept mum while I stared outside again.

I didn’t know how long, before she spoke up. “I'm willing to escape.” I looked back at her, a little surprised. “Are you sure?” She nodded. “Positive.”

That evening we planned out our escape plan. My fifth plan for the last five years. It never fulfilled, and I had lost hope long ago. Maybe there was still want for freedom left which drove me to discuss our plan carter out how to escape.

And when we escaped out through the guards that night, without getting caught I was sure of a little something tingling inside me. Maybe hope again.

Maybe this time I would be able to escape the hell, and protect myself.

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That’s all. Thank you so much for reading. There is still a part of her past which is connected to Damien and will be revealed later on. Human trafficking isn’t a mild issue and despite however much help lines there are, they are increasing day by day. I couldn’t even imagine such situations.

Ps.- BTW, I WILL NOT BE UPDATING ANYTHING TILL 6th OF AUGUST. I HAVE TO BE OUT OF TOWN, A EMERGENCY CAME UP AND IT'S NOT POSSIBLE FOR ME TO WRITE. So a longer update, and I will try to update more after coming back.

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