Drug Lord's Kitten

Forced

Hanna 

A few hours later after denying Bertha for food, the murderer himself showed up. I was laying down on my back, staring at the crooked ceiling when Bertha and the murderer came inside. I didn't move from my position.

Bertha came by side with another tray of food, and the murderer kneeled beside me, his hand rested on his knee and he stared at me. I moved my eyes away quickly to the other side because I didn't even want to see him. He was an evil man.

"Get up and eat," He ordered in a masculine tone. I rolled my eyes and closed them, I was going to die but not eating a single piece of food from what they were giving me.

"I don't want to eat, I want to go home," I said quickly, turning my face to him.

"You can go, Bertha," He said. And she left the room. I immediately got up when the fear of being alone with this man rose inside me. Now that the woman was gone, he could kill me or do worst.

"Eat now," he repeated narrowing his eyes on the food. I shook my head, and he got angrier.

"Don't make me force it down your throat," he hissed and I backed away out of fear.

"I - i don't want to eat," I stuttered, while keeping my body far far away from him. He was ferociously dangerous!

"Eat," he repeated again in the same tone he had used earlier. I believed he would utter some more words and leave but he wasn't.

"I don't want to eat, so I don't want to eat!" I exclaimed in a whispering tone, I gulped down my fear when I was done saying what I wanted to.

I could feel the atmosphere around me take a swift change, and even when I wasn't looking at him, I could see the anger rising inside him...from my remarks. It was just simply what I wanted. I was in a mood to eat anything that belonged to these people. The man moved suddenly, his hands quickly moved back and my heart skipped a beat out of fear. I gulped as he pulled out a weapon, the two-inch metal gun landed straight on my cheeks, and I froze on the spot. The rapid sound of my heartbeat made it to my ears. He wasn't going to kill me right?

My eyes began to brim up with tears, the cold piece of my metal never left my skin, it stayed there for how long I could remember.

"Eat," he repeated again. I firmly believed that something was wrong about the food that he was forcing it down inside me, maybe he had put poison inside it, who knew? I never understood of why he was pressuring me to eat something I didn't want too.

There was one thing I knew, and that was he couldn't kill me regardless of me denying his request.

"No," I whispered again. My eyes were wide open and they were staring back at his keen grey orbs. I could once again see the fury and rage rising inside the man from my response. For a moment I believed he was going to pull the trigger on me but I was wrong, completely wrong.

I wasn't scared of guns.

But he did something else. His hand raised up and the brutal metal gun came down to my cheeks. And he slapped me. His hand made a small contact to my skin. The sharp edge of the gun engraved into my skin and tore a small piece of my flesh. My mouth hung open from the sudden movement he pulled, and the pain that was rising up on my cheeks. I bought my fingers up and touched my searing skin. A thick wet substance made contact with my quivering fingers. I looked at my fingers and there was my own blood smeared on them.

He positioned the gun at my forehead and stroked it. "Eat," he repeated in the same tone. I turned aside and started eating.

He knew that I wasn't scared of guns.

But he also knew what terrified me the most.

The food was devouring and I finished all of it up. The man continued to stare at me, and at my every movement. He didn't allow me to rest for a second and he forced everything on the tray down my throat. I was full by the time everything was finished. I grabbed my stomach and groaned. I ate too much.

I had a nauseous feeling but I couldn't puke because then he'd force me to eat again. The problem I had was with the amount of food, I hadn't ever eaten this much food at once and it was bloating me up apart from that, it was fine.

The man left the room and Bertha came inside after a few minutes of him leaving. She handed me a tissue paper and a cold glass of water.

"You're bleeding from here," Bertha said as she pointed it on my cheeks. I dipped the tissue papers inside the cold water and applied it onto my skin, specifically the area from where I was bleeding. It was sizzling with pain but the cold water calmed it down. I couldn't even look at myself because they were no mirrors here.

Bertha cleaned up the mess I made from eating and then she came back inside again, asking if I wanted anything else.

"I want to go home," I whispered touching my fresh wound. I leaned back to the wall and sighed. This was horrible!

"You need to forget about your house because your master isn't going to let you go," Bertha replied. He must've been a master for her but no one was going to control me. He kidnapped me and I was going to find a way out of here.

"I want to shower..." I trailed of confidently. At least she would take me out of this room and then I could find something that would help me to leave this place.

"I'll run a bath for you," Bertha replied as she motioned towards the bathtub that was inside the other cell. My eyes furrowed together and I immediately shook my head. I wasn't going to take a shower inside that disgusting bath tub.

I would rather die smelling terrible than to even step inside it.

"No! Not there, I want to go out and somewhere clean," I explained. She stopped going inside the cell and she came back to me.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, you aren't allowed to step out of this room until Master wants you too," she added.

I rolled my eyes and silently groaned at her response. She was of no use.

"Okay, can you at least tell me where is this place?" I questioned.

She hesitated to reply first but then she eventually gave in. What could I possibly even do with that information? "Baskerville, Alaska,"

My face sparkled with surprise, this town was just a few hours away from where I lived, I could easily go back home.

"Really?" I asked.

And she nodded her head.

"But what is this place?" I asked with confusion. I still couldn't understand if I was inside a building or a house or a basement.

"It's a warehouse, located by the forest and it's far away from the town center." Bertha explained.

My smile turned into a frown and I asked, "Do you think I'll be able to go home? Or will I be killed here?"

Bertha shrugged and she patted my back, "I don't know but I wish you the best, I have to go now, I'll see you tomorrow morning." She said before leaving the room.

My eyes narrowed down to the ground, I was saddened by her response, and I still couldn't understand why she wasn't helping me. I was almost her daughters age.

For the rest of the day I stared at the metal bars in front of me wondering what would have happened if Angelo would have shot me earlier.

At least I wouldn't be in this misery anymore.

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There was a wild beast chasing me, he had salvia mixed with blood dripping down from his razor-sharp canines, his eyes were deep red with blood glooming inside them. He was hunting for his prey and that was me. I was running, as fast as I could, branches snapped into my flesh and tore apart my skin but I still didn't stop from running. I needed to get away from the beast as soon as possible.

There was a long black dress on my body, I was forced inside it earlier, before all of this happened. I had a little bit makeup on as well and I was running bare-feet because I didn't have shoes to wear. The beast wanted to trap me, hunt me down and eat me up. He was evil and he was trying to find me since the past few years.

I kept on running, my thumping heart beat kept on increasing and his paw steps on the ground grew louder. I knew he was coming closer and I knew he was going to take me. I no longer had the energy to run, so I stopped, dropped down on the ground. My clothes were torn apart, there was blood on the hollows of my elbow and my pale legs.

I closed my eyes, fell down on the ground and felt the beast coming closer and closer. It was a dominant and an evil beast who wanted me, and he was going to take me. I allowed him too. My eyes lids closed and I opened my hands, allowing the beast.

As soon as I felt the gory filthy claws of that beast dip into my blood and flesh, I jolted up awake, screaming and thrashing my hand. I took deep and shaky breaths in, inhaling every bit and trying to calm down from the wicked nightmare. But I was more terrified when I saw the man, Angelo, sitting right in front of me and staring at me inside the darkness of my cell.

I gasped, almost screamed and flicked back out of fear. I placed my hand over my chest and pushed myself back from the actual beast in my life. The way he was looking at me, terrified me! I stopped moving away from him and I rushed towards him instead. He was sitting above a stool and right over where I was sleeping.

"Please, I want to go home," I begged before letting out a faint, incoherent cry. I could barely even breathe after the awful nightmare I saw. There was sweat dripping down on my forehead and my back. All I could think about was going home.

I slapped my hands together and begged again, "Please, please, I beg you! I want to go home,"

There was a shift of emotions on his face, but he didn't utter a single word. He looked at me with pity and compassion.

"Please, I'll do whatever you want, just let me go home." I cried out loud again, my throat began to swell up from all the cries and screams. The man continued to stay frozen, he didn't act neither said a word for a very long time. I kept on begging and asking him to let me go but he didn't answer back. He kept on staring at my pleads and my sorrowful actions.

I was tired of begging and repeating my self again and again.

"Please..." I whispered before passing out on his legs.

I hoped again that maybe even this all was just a mere nightmare and I would wake up soon from it.