No rest for the damned

Rui

Four years I've been down here so far. I hate it. Roman is a monster he's worst then my father. How no one has heard my awful screams this long has made me wonder if anyone ever will.

Last night he brought two friends home John and Landon. He told them to be gentle that he just got done warming me up for them. I feel disgusting I haven't showered in days my hair is matted with blood and my skin fills dirty and sticky.

Roman took my virginity the night he took me there was no gentleness no compassion he used me. No matter how hard I cried how loud I scream or how much I fought he broke me. It went on for hours I didn't stop bleeding for two full days.

My stomach felt like it had red hot lava in it and that I was being ripped from the inside out. He called me ruined. Told me nobody would ever love me now so I should be grateful that he still wanted me around.

I cried for my mama for myself for the child part of me that I lost that night. Two years later I'm still here. John is new to the group he's quiet he observes he watches and doesn't act. Landon on the other hand, he's a hands on kinda guy.

He looks at my swollen belly no doubt pregnant with Roman child. He never lets the other finish inside me says he'll kill them if they do. I'm nine months along and the only reason I know that is because Landon worked on the ultrasound unit of our local hospital.

My baby will never be safe and ever since I learned about it I've been trying to escape. I have failed obviously. Landon starts to unbuckle his pants as I close my eyes and numb out everything around me.

Twenty minutes later he's done and I bite my lip as a horrible pain flashes through my stomach. Oh god no. Not yet please not yet I'm out of time.

A scream leaves my throat as my chain hand rattles as I curl into myself. John rushes upstairs for Roman as Landon pokes at my belly. I cringe at his hands trying to sink into my own skin.

Warm water covers my thighs as I feel another force of pain shooting through my stomach. Screaming in agony Roman rushes down forcing my legs apart.

I'm sweating and everything is turning blurry.

"Fuck man there's blood " Landon shouts as Roman grabs his knife.

"She can't push em out vaginal she needs a C section" Roman says "Hold her."

Before I know it John is holding my legs down as Landon holds my arms. I start to panic I know this is going to hurt I just know it is. It will kill me I'm sure it I have to try a protect my baby. I scream cry and kick using all my energy to fight the three men off.

"Fucking crazy bitch " Landon bellows as he slaps me hard across the face. I taste the blood on my lips before I feel the sting of the knife.

"Roman please.. don't- " a scream tears through my throat as my stomach is sliced open. My body shakes in their arms as my head spine with dizziness. I feel red hot lava in my organs as dirty hands rearrange them.

I scream until my voice is horse until my body is slowly slipping unconscious and I hear a cry through the cement walls.

"It's a boy " Roman says before I black out.

I have a son. Kota. Your name is Kota.

Looking in the mirror at the horrible small line across my stomach has me staring at my reflection blankly. Another part of me taken that I can never get back. I tried looking for my son when I got out. It took me months to get on proper pills and be stable enough to operate on my own.

I suffer with bpd, bipolar and selective muteness on top of the anxiety I had as a child. Pulling my hoodie down over my body I slide on my steel toed leather heel boots and grab my gun.

I'm 23 now which means my son was born in that horrible basement when I was 17. That makes him about 5 going on 6 or 6. I don't know what day he was born but I remember the season because Landon always had traces of snow on his hair.

That helps me narrow it down to the winter months so between December and March. I didn't get out of the basement until a little after I was 18 and I only knew that because every year on my birthday Roman would bring me upstairs dress me up in something sexy he liked. Feed me cloth me and tie me to his bed and gag me.

He would say it was our special night together and that we should celebrate it as such. Boy did he celebrate.

I have a lead on a couple that adopted a little boy in January from a local hospital 25 miles from where Roman kept me. I will find my son I need to know that he is happy and loved and safe really safe.

I will never confuse him by tearing him away from parents that love him but the urge to know he's okay will always be there.

Twenty minutes later I'm pulling up to the little house just outside the city and climbing out of my car.

I make my way across their lawn and over to the side window where I know the little boy sleeps. Slowly opening his window which is unlocked.

Not very safe if you ask me. I climb my way in. Toys of all kinds layer the floor as I see a 4 feet long bundle tucked under Batman sheets and blankets in a race car bed. I silently make my way over to the bed and kneel down next to it.

Steady small snoring is heard from the blanket as I slowly move it back. I'm met face to face with a small round face chubby cheek kid. From the imprint by by his eyes I can tell he wears glasses. I study his face taking in every detail.

My heart slams violently in my chest at the slightly slanted eyes and black hair.

You aren't the only Japanese woman in this world. My brain reminds me. Tracing my finger over his cheek lightly I watch as he stirs.

Beautiful dark blue eyes blink at me as I'm stunned to silence. Quickly covering his mouth before he can scream I stick the needle into his neck. Tucking him back in comfortably I climb out the window and run for my car.

Slamming the door closed behind me I stick the key in and slam on the gas driving like a bat out of hell out of there. Warm tears cloud my vision as I take shaky breaths.

"Call Bucky " I say after pressing the Bluetooth button.

"Hey Rui I'm just finishing up the set up-" he starts

" I found him Bucky... after all these years.. I found my baby. My kota" I sob softly gripping the wheel.

"I'm on my way" he says before hanging up.

My sweet baby Kota. Mommy finally found you.