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. "
I wake up feeling empty; the warmth that was around me all night suddenly feels like it is gone. I pat against the mattress trying to find him, but after a while I realize he isn’t there, so I sit up and look around. Daniel is not here, while looking around my eyes fall on a small note on the side table. Leaning to the table I grab it from the table and unfold it and read it.
"No!Joe! I'm with his child don't do this." I shout at the top of my lungs as he pulls the trigger. At the exact moment Jake jumps in and pushes Joe away making the bullet hit the wall behind the bed. My heart stops the exact moment I hear the gun shot, it was like someone was trying to pull the life out of my body. Tears start to fall on their own when I realize that Daniel is still on the floor all crouched up. I start to pull on the rope as hard as I can to rip the ties off my wrists. Seeing him like that makes me feel so helpless, I have never felt this helpless. Jake glares at Joe as if he is warning him to not do this again, he walks up to me and starts opening the rope ties. When he was done I jump off the bed and sit by Daniel and hug him.His whole body is shivering, when he feels my touch he flinches and tries to get away from me. But I tighten my arms around his bo
Jake took me to a hospital, which was nearby to get me checked, while waiting in the waiting room for my turn to come I realized that if I’m not pregnant they might turn Daniel against me. They will brainwash him with lies, then what will happen to me? I will have no support; I will become all alone once again. Putting my hand against my belly I sigh, just this once be real. I want you to be real; please don’t let me become a liar in his eyes. Only if he was normal he would know that I didn’t lie to him or use him to get out of there. Just like me, he needs to get the hell out of there as well.“You know what will happen to you if they find out you’re lying about being pregnant?” Jake says, who is sitting right next to me, has his eyes closed and his head leaned on the wall. “Like I said before, I’m not lying. I myself didn’t know whether I will be pregnant or not. I guessed it due to all the symptoms I was having.” I once again give m
I took a cab to the nearby police station to file a report against her and her gang, that kidnaps people and made a person go crazy, due to their torture. The officials were kind enough to hear me out and write in every detail, they told me to wait for a while as they need to report it to the head of the station. So, for the past ten minutes I have sitting on the seating area waiting for the head to come. Finally some action will be taken against them; they should rot in jail for the rest of their lives for all the crimes they have committed. I hope I never have to see her or any of others ever again. I just want to erase that chapter of my life forever, I just want to take the happy memories I have with Daniel and move on and have a peaceful life ahead.“Excuse me, ma’am the head officer is here please follow me into his office he wants to know the entire situation from you.” A police officer says and starts leading me up to the head
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