ch3 "Hope"

Day 21

yes I'm counting the days . why?

Because I want to know the date. sound weird and all, but I really just want to know the date. I feel like if I don't count them I've have officially given up all hope of getting out of here.

which I haven't nor will I ever.

The day I give up is the day I die. dark I know but I'm dead serious.

I attempted to sit up on the bed, I'm sure by now I have lost a ton of weight. when I inhaled I could feel my ribs with my fingertip , there are more prominent than before.

That this point , I was not longer handcuffed to the mental bed frame. but I still had my blindfold perfectly secure on my face along with the painful duck tape.

"Get up" its time , I heard its voice as soon as the click of the door erupted in my ear.

I was confused , time for what ? I asked while stuttering as first but quick to regain my self. Time to die or time to be sold off.

"we are going to send your daddy a little .... surprise. this was most emotion I heard from its robotic voice, how could I have detected , must have been the fact that its voice was louder.

l stiffened ,as I realized was it said , were they going to cut a finger off and sent it to my father ?or they will go for something less painful and just cut off a thick strand of hair or maybe they will send them my damn eye or tongue .

I began to get scared at the mere thought of more pain. I was weak enough as it is , anymore pain than what I've gotten will kill me.

I heard it sighed before I heard footsteps walking towards me .

Jeez , I won't be doing anything of what you're probably thinking of , although I do wish I could but that won't happen until later.