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stashed away in the depths of somewhere much like hell. If my tallies were
accurate, it was Wednesday again today; my
twenty-first day of captivity.
my new home. Some of the red was undoubtedly mine, but many other droplets were
evidence of prior struggles. The dried handprints along the walls were telling
me the stories of many other slaves before me. All in a row, our bloody prints
depicted a painting of a morbid reality. My handprint was the last in line.
blood and saltine crackers. Three weeks had passed since I’d showered, turned
eighteen, and had then said goodbye to my freedom forever. Three weeks had
passed since the thugs had given me my first tattoo. And now, whether I managed
to escape from this prison or not, a barcode would mark me indefinitely.
the digits within moments of staring at the unwanted code on my right wrist. I
had memorized everything right down to the dirty needle. My barcode had become
infected now, just like I’d anticipated it would, leaving me certain of one
detail; whoever chose to abuse me would consequently become infected with
whatever diseases I had. For participating in such a masochistic scheme, it
would serve the motherfucker(s) right.
break. We’d been out celebrating my eighteenth birthday on the grass down by
the marina. Since most of us were attending different colleges come fall,
inevitably vanishing from each other’s lives one by one, we’d made a pact to
make good use of the time we had left together. Little did any of us know, when
I had insisted I was fine to make the short walk home alone that night, it
would be the last time they would ever see me.
steel was blocking my only exit, making it difficult to hear the voices
chattering in the distance. It wasn’t until the men footed closer that I
managed to make their words out. Once I could, I wished I couldn’t.
woken up to on my first day of captivity. “But it’s that blonde bitch who
caught my eye. Once Garciez finds out who she is, the white girl will be dead
I’d been born a brunette. This week had been the absolute worst so far. My
hallucinations had kicked into overdrive, a cause of low blood sugar and
dehydration. But in this moment, I was aware of my fever. Another few days,
maybe even just hours, I wasn’t confident my sanity would still prevail.
I was in a parallel universe, in a hospital bed, maybe even in a coma. I prayed
this was just a sick plot my unconscious had stirred up. That all seemed better
than this reality; the reality where an ice-cold floor was my new home.
captivity to, but I’d seen movies of this type of thing. In Hollywood, the lead
female always gets rescued. A timidly sweet girl generally plays the role,
perfect in all the right areas. Unlike her, I was far from timid and even
further from perfect. I carried a chip on my shoulder; a chip that only came
from nearly dying of cancer.