“You thought I didn’t see what you did?” He whispers in my ear and give the shell of my ear a small lick. All the color from my face drains off, my breathing stops for a moment. He leans back on the couch and starts laughing out loud. My body freezes on the spot, only god knows what will happen now. What if he complains to Mrs. Robinson? What if they kill me and chop my body and dump me somewhere? “You know what will happen if I complain to the owner? Once I heard she caught a girl, who was keeping all the tips to herself, you know what she did to that girl?” He pushes me off his lap, making me fall o
I thought I could be alone in a room, but the silence and darkness is slowly creeping me out. I can’t see anything so when she left me here I sat on the spot I was standing on. I tried to find anything by moving my hands around but I couldn’t feel anything. Slowly standing up again, I try to look around for something but I fall on my knees and look around and try to feel something around. "Please let me out." I say trying to figure out where to go. I hear slashing noises coming from around me. "Is someone here?" I say turning around. Suddenly a flash in the sky goes
"I want to make cuts on you." He starts digging the pointy edge of knife deeper into my skin. "No! Please don't!! What are you doing?!" I scream in pain, it feels like my back is going numb. He glares at me and slowly sinks in the pointy edge of knife deeper and deeper in my skin, while giggling like a psychopath. I could hear the sound of my skin cutting open, hot blood spills onto my back; he drags the knife, making the cut longer. I groan in pain and cry begging him to stop but he doesn’t, it feels like he is finding this amusing.
Silence, nothing but silence, all the chaos and noise has suddenly stopped. I feel something heavy on my left shoulder, there is an intense pain on my back. When I open my eyes, my vision slowly starts clearing up and I see that I’m in a bathroom, my head is leaned against the tiled wall. Suddenly memories from last night floods my brain, it wasn’t a nightmare. It was pretty much a reality; slowly I turn my head to my left and see Daniel has his head rested on my shoulder with his face buried in my neck. I look around and slowly move his head away and make it lean back on the tub, on which we both were leaning on. “No.” He whines in a childlike manner and buries his face further into my neck, making his lips brush against my skin.
I lay flat on my chest, watching Daniel jumps around pretending to be a bunny. With every jump the old rotten wooden floor creaks; the sound is getting so annoying. But I don’t want to stop him, seeing him play around like this makes me feel a little relieved; at least it’s better than having him chase me around the room to ‘play with him’, which by now I have established is fucking in his language. The door of the room opens and Jake with his chunky boots walks in. When his boots come in contact with the floor it feels like the floor with collapse any moment.“Medicine time.” Jake says looking at Daniel. Daniel stops hopping around and quickly runs towards him and hugs him. “Jakey! I want to go out Jakey, please take me out.” He starts whining while jumping on his spot like a toddler. “Okay, I will take you out but first you sit here.” Jake makes him sit on the bed and
Slowly but surely I’m getting used to Daniel’s madness. He annoys me so all day, but when I genuinely get irritated by him he comes up to me and tries to make me talk to him. He rubs his cheek against mine and showers me with hugs and kisses. The only time he hurts me is when he gets high off the heroine Jake injects in him. He acts so rough with me, I try to fight him off as much as I can but he does as he pleases. He makes cuts on me; gives me painful hickeys and bite marks. Am I going crazy? Why do I still feel the need to help him and protect him?I hear muffled noises like every night. His clutch around my waist tightens. He pulls me closer to him almost suffocating me. I gasp shooting my eyes open as he grazes his teeth on my bare neck and starts to nibble on it harshly while squeezing down my waist hard. "Ah!" A soft protest of this torture comes out of my mouth, but I know why he's doing this, or why he does this e
The night is darker than usual, I have been laying on the floor where they left me, with my eyes stuck on the door; waiting for him to come back. Millions of thoughts are running through my mind, what will they do to him? Will they kill him? Will they never let me see him again? Why can't I ever have someone I love? Love, do I actually love him? Or is it just pity? I don't know what it is but my heart aches whenever the thought of not being able to see him again comes in my mind. The moonlight shines on me through the window, it would have been so much better if he was here with me; in my arms. Thoughts of them hurting and torturing him are running through mind, I’m going crazy over thinking about all the bizarre things they must be putting in his head causing him to drive more crazier.
The next few days were the hardest days we had to bare with. Initially we both decided to run away from here as fast as possible, but we failed miserably every time we tried to get out of here. So we came up with a plan to make them believe as if I was getting tortured by him every day, it was a really hard plan to pull off but we knew we had to, as there’s no other option left. So every night he would pretend he was punching and kicking me, but in reality he would be doing all the torture on the mattress and my job was to scream and shout for help in sync with him. Every time we were done pulling off our act, we would have a good laugh, it seemed like we were finally starting to win over them.“Why don’t I tell them I’m ready to strip a
My hands suddenly clutch the side pillow subconsciously, feeling a hand softly pat on my head. My eyes stays shut and I keep on feeling the soft caressing on my head, a soft kiss is planted on my lips soon after. As soon as I feel the lips, I instantly know it’s Daniel. Keeping my eyes close, I start to kiss him back while burying my fingers into his hair. He pulls away before the kiss gets deeper and slowly caresses my bottom lip with his thumb. "Baby wake up." Daniel whispers in my ear, while his fingers dance on the supple skin of my collarbone. "Mhmm." I look at him with half closed lids and hug him by his neck. "
To answer the questions that were raised in the minds of the readers, yes I'm working on a sequel. A sequel was always the part of the plan and my idea was to leave the readers to a cliffhanger to get them excited. But a lot of the readers were being critical of my decision, which is completely understandable. 'Set Me Free' was not revised so sorry for the typos, I will try to mend my mistakes as much as possible. The sequel is called 'Am I Free?' the book sheds light on what actually happened to Daniel Robinson, if he ever gets to meet Isabelle Davis. Most importantly the sequel gives the much awaited ending. Hope all the readers will enjoy the sequel, I'm still working on it but here is a short preview of the book. Enjoy.“What is your name?” A deep voice of a man echoes throughout the poorly lit room.Daniel, who is cuffed to a white medical bed, can barely see anything. Small beads of sweat are pooling on his forehead due to the humidity and hot temperature of the room. His blurry
The distant calling of a voice makes me open my eyes; all I see is clear blue sky in front of me. “Tim?” I whisper closing my eyes again as a recollection of the moments of Joe taking him away starts flooding my mind. “Isabelle? Are you okay? He is right here look.” I hear Zen say. “Mom, are you okay?” I feel a small head on my chest and a pair of arms wrapping themselves around my body.
It has been a few days since that whole incident went down in the strip club. The police have been looking for Daniel but they have no trace of where he might be or what might have happened to him. It saddens me to realize that I might not ever be able to see him ever again. Zen has been very supportive of me, he is just wonderful, he is trying to take both Tim and I under his wing. He insisted on getting Tim admitted to a school here so I gave in and let him do it. Zen got all our stuff shifted here and he gave me full liberty on any changes I want to make around the house. He is treating me as if we are married, it’s funny how sometimes he just says ‘Honey I’m home’ after he arrives from his office. Life has suddenly taken a turn for the good, the past s
We have been in Zen’s place for hours now, after putting Tim to bed I went down to the living room where Zen has been pacing back and forth for hours. My whole body has given up and I have been sitting on the couch almost lying on it with a blanket wrapped around my body.“Now can you tell me what happened in there?” I ask while I watch him sit on the single couch in front of me. “There’s no Rosie, there’s no one by that name. No one at all,
“How did she die?” I ask slowly letting him go. He doesn’t let go of me and keeps on holding me tightly and gives my body a tight squeeze before completely letting it go. Zen looks at his lap and fidgets with his fingers and sighs heavily and slowly looks up at me. “After you... after the whole incident with you um... she got into a car accident after a month you were gone.” He looks around not being able to look into my eyes. “I’m so sorry, hope she is in peace.” I slowly pat his back. “I was expecting you at the funeral, it was all over the news thought you saw and you would come.” He slowly smiles at me.A chuckle comes out of my mouth, he doesn’t even have any idea what my life was going through, come to his mother’s funeral right, and I have to be free to be able to go some place. “I really didn’t have access to a TV you know, living in a park bench doesn’t let you have those luxuries. And after you have been kidnapped and drugged you really don’t have the right mindset to get new
The night sky feels darker than usual; the full moon shines brighter. Wind from the open window is making the curtain flow with it, lying on my bed I stare out the window with Tim in my arms. He is fast asleep; his head is resting on my chest. There’s a weird pain in my chest, images of Zen keeps on popping up in my head. I can’t believe I saw him here, I thought never in my life will I see him again but today I did. He looks so matured now; he looks a lot like his father. I guess he did join their company, of course he did his mother always wanted him to. Seeing him has stirred up the emotions that I was hiding deep within me. I don’t even want to see him again, I hate him; I hate everything about him. Closing my eyes I pull Tim closer to my chest and try to sleep.
When I reached Athens after changing trains from station to station, I was welcomed by Ms. Nora, who was my gynecologist, her friend Rosaline. Rosaline is medium built, in her late 40s’, kind woman; she was there in the station to welcome me.She took me to the shelter and kept me there for a few days while she helped me get a job and get a room as a paying guest in a house. Which she was successful at doing, she found a job for me as a waitress in a small cafe by the sandy creek beach. The house that she selected was an ‘all girls’ paying guest house, where several other girls live all together.The first couple months were hard on me, as I had to save most of the money I earned because the last few months of my pregnancy I wou