After calming myself down, I started carefully looking at the weapons. If I plan on escaping, imma need a weapon for sure. Just in case I’m in trouble with one of these cult members. Going for the bigger weapons, obviously won’t work out for me. Smaller weapons will be hidden, but it will do less damage. I was basically stuck between choosing the biggest or the smallest weapons. After debating for a while, I decided that I would go with the small ones.

The first thing that I need to think of right now, is how the hell I am going to get out of this sticky situation. I knew that there would be no way that I could do this on my own. I was cuffed, and tied up with rope. I needed someone’s help to uncuff and untie me. The keys to the handcuffs was missing. That boy has the keys and he is somewhere in the building right now.

There was nothing else I could do, other than pray. Earlier I heard them talking about a ritual, I have no idea what type of ritual they will be doing. All I know is, is that I need to get out, but how the hell do I do that? I’ve been in this room for a day now and I’m dying of boredom. My arms are in pain and I’m sick and tired of staring at the damn ceiling. When I thought that things couldn’t get any worse, I was wrong.

A few minutes later, the door opens and my father walks in. It hurts to lift up my head, so I basically just continued staring at the ceiling. I have no idea how much longer I will be tied up in here, I just wanna be free. Not knowing anything is starting to drive me insane. I really hope that my mom does something, she must’ve realised by now that something’s wrong.

When my father walks in, he doesn’t look my way, instead, he whistles as he walks over to a table. He picks up a set of keys and then starts walking in my direction. He takes slow steps towards me, as he finally looks me in the eye. Looking in his eyes, all I see is pure evil. He wasn’t the person that I used to know, he wasn’t the father that I once had. I suddenly started to get images of me murdering him, like the dog that he is.

As soon as he gets close to me, he stops whistling. He leans against a desk, and he just stared at me. No matter how much my neck hurt, I turned my head and looked the other way. I really didn’t want to see his face, I hated him so much. Deep down I still couldn’t believe that he left his family for this life. Spending those last few years without a father was tough. I really appreciate my mom playing both roles.

“Am I that ugly that you can’t look at me?”

I say nothing, as I still continued to look the other way. I heard him sigh heavily, and then I felt a hand on my chin. He forcefully turned my head, so that I could look him in the face. He looked pissed, but he tried to remain calm. He wouldn’t go as far as actually hurting me….right?

“You know it hurts when your own offspring…your own flesh and blood disrespects you like this.”

“Leave. Me. Alone.”

I tried to move my head, but his grip on my chin was too tight.

“I am still your father, and you WILL respect me.”

“Why don’t you just scadadle, and find yourself someone else to play around with. Secondly, don’t you dare call yourself my father. If you were really my dad like you say that you are, you wouldn’t have hurt us like this.”

“I think it’s time that you shut up, you little twat.”

“You cannot shut me up. You will NEVER keep me silenced!”

“Oh…that’s what you think? I have plenty of ways to shut you up, you want me to show you? Try me and see how you end up.”

I know that I shouldn’t be afraid, but his threat genuinely scared me. You could hear the pure evil in his voice, and you could see it in his eyes. I hated my life, I hated the situation that I was in. Why did all this have to happen to me? Just when I thought that I was safe, safe from him, safe from ‘them’.

What’s funny too, is that I never heard from the voice, ever since I was abducted. It got me thinking, is it because this is where it wanted me? Why me specifically? It’s like these people have an obsession with me. I was genuinely scared for my life, as much as I didn’t want to die, if I do then it’s over. How can I escape if I am tied up, I don’t even frickin’ know where the hell I am.

The more that I actually think about it, the more it all makes sense to me now. He wanted to get married, not because he wanted a wife, but someone to use and abuse. My mom was that perfect person, she gave him offspring, and he thought that he won. It sucks for him, cause my mom found out. I’m glad that she escaped just in time. I don’t want to know what would have happened if she had stayed there any longer.