you to worry yourself over,” I offer back.
“Did they not bring you food today?” she quizzes softly.
“Not today, angel.”
“Let me go get you something.” Her voice tails off and before I have a chance to say something, she’s gone. I hear the bedroom door open and close.
Shit, I don’t want this little girl getting into trouble for me. I move over and sit on the side of the bed, biting my nails anxiously, waiting for some sound or inclination that she has returned. The next few minutes feel like hours and I jump at the sound of the key in the lock.
I wait to see who will enter, fearing that Hope got into trouble. As the door slowly opens, my eyes blink rapidly, trying to adjust to the light flooding the room.
I see the little girl struggling with a plate full of food and a drink.
Every part of me comes to a dead stop.
I’m confused. Really confused.
“How… How, what…How did you get in here?” I ask as she stands there with the door open, hands shaking due to the heavy plate.
“Here, let me take that,” I offer.
“Gee, thanks. I feel like my arm is going to fall off,” she giggles, shaking her arms from side to side.
“We need to be quick. Master is sleeping downstairs. I need to get the key back before he realizes it’s missing,” she states matter of fact.
She pinches her nose and scrunches her face tightly with disgust. “What is that bad smell?” she quizzes.
I point sadly to the bucket in the corner.
“It smells bad in here.” She starts wafting her hand dramatically. “Now, eat,” she prompts, pointing to the plate I’m holding
My hands shake as I place the food on the end of the bed. I kneel in front of Hope, pulling her in for a hug. “Thank you so much, Hope. This was very kind of you.”
I hear the sudden sound of footsteps and stop. I’m pretty sure even my heart skipped a few beats. I look up and the presence of evil interrupts us.
“Well, isn’t this cozy?”
Goose bumps cover my body as we freeze on the spot. I pull back, releasing my hold on Hope. She takes small steps backward, leaning her back against the door at the sight of Christopher standing in the doorway. I shuffle back as he starts to take small steps toward me.
Dropping my head before him, I freeze, kneeling on the floor, not lifting my head to meet his eye.
“You are here on borrowed time, bitch. As soon as my child is developed enough, I will remove it and feed you to the fucking dogs,” he growls, every word annunciated in his evil voice.
I glance to the side, seeing the long knife I found in the closet a right after I was brought back. It’s tucked under the bed. I slowly work my hand under the bed sheet, grabbing hold of the handle. I grasp it as tightly as my weak body will allow.
He glances over to Hope and I see my chance. I yank out the knife, holding it in my right hand. I bring my arm up with enough force to plunge it down and through his foot.
The knife slices through his bare foot and into the wooden floor. The sound of flesh ripping causes me to shudder.
He lets out a screech and I rush past him, desperately grabbing Hope’s hand. We’re out of there so fast. I pull the door closed behind me, using the key still in the keyhole to lock the door.
Shit! We need to get out of here and quick. I sweep the hall, looking for anyone who might try and stop us.
We race over to the bathroom. I look in and see it’s empty. The window slightly ajar.
“Quick, Hope, we have to get out of here and fast. I need you to listen to me carefully and trust me, okay?”
I see the fear and horror in this little girl’s face. I rub my hand down her cheek. “I promise I will never ever hurt you, princess, but we can’t stay here. These people aren’t nice people.”
“I know,” her voice is barely a whisper.
“Quick then, help me get this in front of the door.” I speak in hushed whispers, pointing to the freestanding white vanity. I close the door and we push the heavy bathroom
“Did they not bring you food today?” she quizzes softly.
“Not today, angel.”
“Let me go get you something.” Her voice tails off and before I have a chance to say something, she’s gone. I hear the bedroom door open and close.
Shit, I don’t want this little girl getting into trouble for me. I move over and sit on the side of the bed, biting my nails anxiously, waiting for some sound or inclination that she has returned. The next few minutes feel like hours and I jump at the sound of the key in the lock.
I wait to see who will enter, fearing that Hope got into trouble. As the door slowly opens, my eyes blink rapidly, trying to adjust to the light flooding the room.
I see the little girl struggling with a plate full of food and a drink.
Every part of me comes to a dead stop.
I’m confused. Really confused.
“How… How, what…How did you get in here?” I ask as she stands there with the door open, hands shaking due to the heavy plate.
“Here, let me take that,” I offer.
“Gee, thanks. I feel like my arm is going to fall off,” she giggles, shaking her arms from side to side.
“We need to be quick. Master is sleeping downstairs. I need to get the key back before he realizes it’s missing,” she states matter of fact.
She pinches her nose and scrunches her face tightly with disgust. “What is that bad smell?” she quizzes.
I point sadly to the bucket in the corner.
“It smells bad in here.” She starts wafting her hand dramatically. “Now, eat,” she prompts, pointing to the plate I’m holding
My hands shake as I place the food on the end of the bed. I kneel in front of Hope, pulling her in for a hug. “Thank you so much, Hope. This was very kind of you.”
I hear the sudden sound of footsteps and stop. I’m pretty sure even my heart skipped a few beats. I look up and the presence of evil interrupts us.
“Well, isn’t this cozy?”
Goose bumps cover my body as we freeze on the spot. I pull back, releasing my hold on Hope. She takes small steps backward, leaning her back against the door at the sight of Christopher standing in the doorway. I shuffle back as he starts to take small steps toward me.
Dropping my head before him, I freeze, kneeling on the floor, not lifting my head to meet his eye.
“You are here on borrowed time, bitch. As soon as my child is developed enough, I will remove it and feed you to the fucking dogs,” he growls, every word annunciated in his evil voice.
I glance to the side, seeing the long knife I found in the closet a right after I was brought back. It’s tucked under the bed. I slowly work my hand under the bed sheet, grabbing hold of the handle. I grasp it as tightly as my weak body will allow.
He glances over to Hope and I see my chance. I yank out the knife, holding it in my right hand. I bring my arm up with enough force to plunge it down and through his foot.
The knife slices through his bare foot and into the wooden floor. The sound of flesh ripping causes me to shudder.
He lets out a screech and I rush past him, desperately grabbing Hope’s hand. We’re out of there so fast. I pull the door closed behind me, using the key still in the keyhole to lock the door.
Shit! We need to get out of here and quick. I sweep the hall, looking for anyone who might try and stop us.
We race over to the bathroom. I look in and see it’s empty. The window slightly ajar.
“Quick, Hope, we have to get out of here and fast. I need you to listen to me carefully and trust me, okay?”
I see the fear and horror in this little girl’s face. I rub my hand down her cheek. “I promise I will never ever hurt you, princess, but we can’t stay here. These people aren’t nice people.”
“I know,” her voice is barely a whisper.
“Quick then, help me get this in front of the door.” I speak in hushed whispers, pointing to the freestanding white vanity. I close the door and we push the heavy bathroom
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