Python

C H A P T E R 71

Blue's POV.

My eyes opened and my body instinctly jerked off to the bucket of water being poured on my face. I slowly sat up with my back against the wall as I looked at the asshole hovering over me.

"You think this is your father's house don't you ?" Moustache said as he threw a tray next to me. "Eat."

"Wow, this must be my lucky day.." I mumbled with sarcasm, looking at the four slices of stale bread spread with peanut butter.

He kicked the tray, making it slide next to my feet. "Shut up, and eat." He commanded before getting out and locking the door.

Yeah I'm not eating that.

This was really my lucky day. This is the first time that I've actually been offered food ever since I got kidnapped. Four fucking days of nothing to eat or drink. Not like I've never been through this before..

I've been taking blows and beat downs from Mr Moustache and his friend(I'm still thinking of a name for him) everyday since I got here. We have a daily routine. They come in here and beat me to a pulp until I get unconscious, or they get tired, then leave. It's mostly me falling unconscious that makes them stop, but hey who's counting?

When they feel like beating me up again, they just pour a bucket of water on me to help regain consciousness, then continue where they left off. They come atleast four five times a day to just throw punches, kicks and banging me against the wall. Again, I've been through worse before..

I've been knocked out of consciousness I don't know how many times.. fainting and waking up, I've lost count. My whole body is sore, bruised and unfunctional. I think I don't have a single bone that isn't broken or a joint that's not dislocated. My skin is covered with blood, some new, some dried up. The adjectives to describe what my body's feeling? arching, stabbing, throbbing, burning, crushing, excruciating, non stop sever PAIN.

Fifty bucks says Moscow's behind this. It's been, I think four days, but he hasn't even showed up. It's always the little minions, Moustache and dogface-hey I found a name for him, coming here everyday.

Interesting fact? This place is full proof. There's literally no escaping here. I've been kidnapped three times before, and not once did I ever spend more than twenty four hours in abduction, unless I'm drugged. But I'd always find a way to get out. This is a new record. The four surrounding walls are made of complete metal. There's a small window by the far end of the wall, closer to the ceiling. But trust me, even rats don't fit in there. The room I'm in is completely empty, no bed, no table, no- nothing. Just me in the middle of the room.

I've been completely stripped of any weapons or jewellery that could be off help to me. This person either knows that I could escape with just a use of an earing, or they're just too cautious. I've continuosly scouted on moustache and dogface, but they're completely weapon free when they come in here. This tray is the closest thing I have to a weapon, and it's plastic.

There's literally no plan that could be successful in getting me out of here. Even trying will get me killed. I haven't accepted defeat as my fate... But right now I can't even move a finger, let alone numb the pain. I'm tired, groggy, disoriented... I don't have anymore fights to give. I'm even struggling to keep my eyes open.

I miss Kenny, I miss my children.. they are the only people constantly on my mind. Are they sleeping okay? Are they eating alright? Will they ever be fine if I couldn't/didn't come back? I'm worried as hell, but atleast I know one thing. If something was to ever happen to me, Kenny would always be there to take good care of them.