Page 83 of Nobody Wants Me
I also happened to notice it was missing a couple of fingers.There were only two small finger and a thumb.I was going to be sick.
Crawling to the bucket, I was able to make it out, and I grabbed it and threw up everything I’d eaten the previous day.
“Sorry,” I said, calling out to everyone.
My voice felt croaky, but they all responded, wishing me well.That was odd.We were all in hell, yet still able to be civilized.It was ...nice.Totally fucked up and wrong, but nice at the same time.
“I think I should warn you,” Emily said.“When they come in, they turn the light on.It’s harsh, but we’ve all been here awhile.Some of us have parts missing, and scars and stuff.”
“Parts missing?”
“You already know about my hand.They have also taken an eye and a couple of teeth,” Emily said.
I was not prone to cussing but, “What the fuck?”I asked.
I heard her sigh.
“My husband sold me to this,” Emily said.
This was fucked up.
“Your husband?”
“Yeah, I’m rich, or, at least Iwasrich.I mean, I still am, but he faked my death by putting me in this place, and from what I know, he is paying millions to see me regularly beaten, tortured, and raped.”Emily let out a laugh, but then I heard the hysteria behind it.“I had no idea how much he hated me, or that he’d been trying to kill me from the start.He is going to succeed this time.”
I thought about Victor.What was going through his mind?Was he happy?Angry?Pissed off?
I felt sick to my stomach, and the fear was running riot within my body.I didn’t know what to do or say.
“My fake dad,” I said.“He hates me, but he’s not my real dad.It’s complicated, but I’m a close relative to a very scary and dangerous guy.They all know, and he put a hit out on me.I guess he’s now going to pay to see me die.”
“I’m sorry,” Emily said.
They all had stories.No one else told me theirs, but Emily was closer to me.
I still laid curled up in a ball, running my hand across my stomach, trying to soothe my baby.It had all happened so fast.The crash, the explosion, being taken.I had fought so hard, and yet it hadn’t been enough.What more could I have done?All I wanted was to be with Victor.To wake up, run to the bathroom and deal with my morning vomiting.That is all I wanted to do.None of that was going to happen.
I needed Victor to find me.I needed Ivan to make this right.I needed The Butcher.
And in that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder if they needed me.
No.
It was as simple as that.No one needed me.I was a waste of space, useless.What was the point?Tears slowly fell from my eyes, but I didn’t sob.I didn’t panic.It was like, slowly, my body had started to accept the fact that I wasn’t leaving.This was my life now.I was not getting away from this.I was as good as dead.
The cruelty never ended as the light suddenly came on, and it was so bright and sharp, I had no choice but to close my eyes.Rapidly, I blinked, getting accustomed to the light, and I sat up.Rubbing at my eyes, I turned to look in the direction of Emily, and she held up a hand, trying to cover part of her face.It was the same hand that only had a couple of fingers, and a thumb, the other hand ...was gone.
Slowly, she lowered her hand, and along with her missing eye, she had several scars.She looked so empty.Desolate.
Looking around at the cages, I saw everyone was not in a good way.One of the men had a missing leg.Another had an arm.Scars—some looked like they were rotting, so that explained the smell.I figured it was just the open toilets.
Six of us in total.
Fear crawled down my spine, as the man who had taken me from my husband’s house stepped into the room.He was holding a baton in his hand, and the smile on his face was filled with wickedness.He made me sick to my stomach.And I had already vomited.
There was no way I was drawing attention to myself.I stayed perfectly silent in my cage.I didn’t even move, and I also noticed no one else did either.
One of the men that had held onto the cage bars, the man with the baton, slammed the butt of it between the bars, winding the man, forcing him to grunt and fall down.
