Captivity

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Can I Even Count On Hope?


Can I Even Count On Hope?

Cordelia Bane.

After my attempt of escaping my captor carries me back to my room as I struggle the pain in my right foot kept throbbing continuously we entered the room and into my cell he tossed me onto the bed making a creak the captor swiftly bound my wrists to the bed rail above with rope the amount of trashing I caused nothing overtook him,

He succusses to bound me tight and snug I feared the cold look on his face which made me still he breathes heavily glancing at my injured foot without word he huffs stomping out of the room.

I silently cried until he returned with medic supplies I am filled with fear nothing could execute it this man terrified me to death I don’t know what he is capable of I watch my captor taking out equipment one by one he sat down on the bed placing my bleeding foot on his one knee my body quakes I grimaced noticing pieces of glass stick from my foot with every piece Guy pulled out I wailed in pain.

“The glass went in about two inches deep... It will take a while for you to walk again” He informed. I cried, even more, knowing I can never escape with an injured foot it will be a while god knows how long. I hissed when he dapped an ointment onto the deep cuts after he finished he bandages up my foot.

My captor remained quiet and angry as I watched him pack away the medic equipment he leaves the room without any word I pull at my restraints noticing the throbbing in my foot faded away minutes later he returned holding a needle my heart raced with panic as he gotten close.

“I need to run a few errands sweetheart and I don’t need you starting any more shit,” He told. Before I could protest he stuck the needle into my thigh injecting the liquid into my system I whimpered immediately felt it take action I cried feeling his lips kiss my forehead seconds later I blacked out.


The sound of ruckus made my eyes flutter open I am deeply groggy but I needed to open my eyes I first saw my captor constructing something on the cell door I was fully awake sitting up my wrists were now freed I scanned the room curiously.

He seemed to notice me removing his work goggles I secondly notice he wasn’t wearing a shirt I quickly looked away rubbing my wrists I am confused and curious.

“H..how long was I asleep?” I croaked out.

“Only a whole day sweetheart” He answered.

My eyes widen what!? How much of a dose did he give me?

“The stuff I given only knocked you out for a few hours the amount of energy you ingested caused your body exhaustion so you needed the rest” He says putting his stuff away. Is like he could read my mind I ran a hand through my oily hair I cringed needing a shower.

I stayed quiet glancing at the door where he was working

“W-What did you do?” I asked gesturing at the lock?

“I switched locks, from a lock to a keypad sweetheart” His voice came out cold my stomach sank in hearing the dreadful news I wanted to cry more but what would that do? Nothing! I frowned hugging my knees dodging my injured foot.

How long does he plan on keeping me? Months, years, decades.

“Let’s go” His voice startled me I looked up noticing he’s beside me now I gasped.

“W..Where?” I trembled

“You need to eat and shower,” He said picking me up bridal style I yelped forcing myself to put my arms around his shoulders I got red as a tomato noticing how close we are and how our bodies are touching.

I am nervous for some reason so I didn’t speak all I did do is scan the whole house as we passed through. so this is my outside prison? It was clean, spotless, quiet, open and dead.

My question is; what does he do exactly? All I know is he’s some sort of a technician, kidnapper and a cold person... The rest is a mystery and I do plan to find out for a way to escape from my captor.

I hope.

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