1 Year Later ....
It's been a year I've been here with Jermaine.
I've been on the news.
I've been on newspapers.
I've been on products.
But this time nobody can find me.
Jermaine keeps me in dungeon underground.
I don't know where I'm at or located but all that's in here is a black bed , tv , and everyday he brings me disgusting food and water.
I only get to shower twice a week and I have to use the bathroom in a bucket.
He rapes me like every day.
I just give up.
I can't run away.
He'll always find me.
I look terrible.
He beats me everyday.
I don't care anymore.
He can kill me.
I have nothing to live for anyway.
I layed in the black bed for what feels like forever.
I haven't seen daylight since he kidnapped me.
I've even gone a little crazy.
The dungeon door opened as Jermaine came in.
I just layed on the bed.
"Get up" He said.
I just layed there.
"GET UP!" He yelled.
I just layed there.
He pulled me by my feet as I fell of the bed and hit my head.
He picked me up and took me upstairs to his room.
He layed me on his bed.
"Stay right here" He said and left the room.
I looked to my right to see a pistol.
I sat up and immediately grabbed it.
I walked downstairs with the pistol in my hand.
I saw Jermaine getting a bottle of beer and smoking a blunt.
I thought about everything he put me through mentally and physically.
I don't care anymore.
He noticed the pistol in my hand.
"Your not going to shoot me babygirl" He said laughing as he took the blunt out his mouth.
"Your right" I said smiled and pointed the gun at my head.
"Noooo!" He yelled.
"I love you Anicee , I'm so sorry" I whispered to myself.
I place my finger on the trigger.
"NOOOOOOOO"
BOOM
