3 Demi

I may be locked in a basement, shit I did it again ‘bedroom’ for the better part of ten years but I still practiced what I remembered from the three short years I was with my mom.

I'd put the mat, I mean ‘bed’ against the wall and as if a boxer in training punch it a few times then I'd kick it.

Not to toot my own horn or anything but I'm surprisingly tones for being malnourished.

I’d like to say it’s just plain old genetics but I have know idea what my dads physic is and what I remember of my mom was that she was thin but curve.

"What happens if she does prove herself as a leader” my aunt asks my uncle “I mean after all she is the next in line, were do you think that will leave you. She'll kill you, she'll kill us as soon as she gets a chance" my aunt spits out and I can't help but smile as I agree with her logic.

Aww goals.

"Trust me she isn't fit to lead and once they see that, she's out, in the unlikely event she does show she can become Dona I have someone on the inside that is willing to take her out at all costs" oh my dear uncle what a spiny little weasel you are.

Deciding I've heard enough I slide myself back down the stairs and over to the little mat I mean ‘bed’ I was given to sleep on and lay down letting all the information I just heard roll around in my head and lull me to sleep.

My dreamless beauty sleep is interrupted when I jump awake by what I thought were voices.

Straining my ears I listen but hear nothing so I close my eyes and try to get back to sleep.

I hear the floorboards creek above me once again, only now it’s getting closer to the basement door. I lay perfectly still and keep my breathing even when I hear the door open.

Light from what I’m guessing is a flashlight sweeps across my face.

"We found her" a man calls out.

"Hand me the rag" I hear another say and I silently take in a lung full of air just as the cloth is placed over my mouth.

I thought myself how to hold my breath after my aunt tryed to drowned me a few times or should I say she would try to waterborne me as punishment when I'd let my mouth run wild.

Which had been a lot.

The guy holds the cloth over my mouth for almost a minute then I feel myself being lifted bridal style.

I’m shuffled a little the he starts walking up the stairs and through the house.

The night air is somewhat cool and I can hear the sound of a cars engine followed by the sound of a car door.

I feel myself being shifted once again before feeling the fuzzy carpet of the cars floorboard under my bare legs.

Right did I forget to mention that I’m in my underwear and a thread bare long sleeve shirt. If I did I’m sorry. I didn’t really think it relevant until this moment.

"Drive" comes a deep voice that would have most girls wetter then a teenage wet dream in a heart beat.

How I know about wet dream you ask?

Wiggle of the brows.

I found one of those dirty romance books in a box along with some magazines, once when I was super bored and my ant and infle had gone on a week long trip someplace.

So yeah.