Fight little bird,his words penetrate through the fog inside my mind.Come home to me little bird. Stand by my side. Be my queen.
Ten.
You are mine.
You belong to me. Only me.
I wake stuck to the sheets, the wounds on my back clotted and scabbed over, fused to the dirty fabric under my back.
Sweat makes my hair cling to my forehead and my skin is on fire but that’s nothing compared to the pain in my back, it makes the gunshot wound still healing in my abdomen a walk in the park.
I’m starving. Dehydrated.
At this point, I’m not entirely sure Marcus wanted to keep me alive.
Perhaps he just wanted me to suffer for as long as possible.
At this rate it would be forever before he put me out of my misery.
I pull myself from the sheets, squeezing my eyes closed as the sheets snag at my skin, reopening the healing wounds on my back.
I feel a trickle of blood run down my spine as I head towards the sink in the corner of the room on unsteady legs.
Turning the faucet, a spurt of dirty colored water bursts from the pipes, filling the stained basin with brown colored liquid before it finally clears.
I wasn’t about to drink it, not yet at least but it would be good enough to get some of the dirt off my face and aid in cleaning the dried blood on my spine that was making my skin too tight and causing it to pinch.
As I wipe the blood from my skin, I notice how eerily quiet it is, so silent you’d hear a pin drop outside the door. The light is on in the room and there doesn’t appear to be a switch to turn it off. The electricity buzzes through the wires, the bulb flickering every now and then. There was no peace in this place.
No retreat.
I knew I wasn’t going to die down here, that was too easy. But there are some things that are worse than death and that was the path Marcus was leading me down.