Chapter 4: ★FREEDOM★

    ~Chapter 4~

    We were now in a dense forest, with trees towering above us like giants. The car slowly came to a stop at the side of the road. Mr. Tattoo harshly stepped out and walked over to my door side.

    He pulled it open. "Get down," I looked over to the driver, wondering what was going on. Were they going to kill me?, cause I didn''t understand a word they had said, so it might be a possibility.

    This was a secluded area, far from prying eyes. If they wanted to get rid of me, this was the perfect place to do it.

    And If I was to disappear, I bet no one would notice. I had no friends and no family remaining...well, if my father isn''t dead yet, but he too wouldn''t care.

    The sadness of it was overwhelming and painfully true.

    An impatient voice cut through my thoughts, as Mr Tattoo repeated"Get down, now," pulling me out of the car.

    My bare feet stumbling over roots and fallen branches, littered over the uneven ground. His tight grip was the only thing that kept me upright.

    Moving deeper into the forest, the silence between us was oppressive. He''s eyes were trained on me, boring into my skin, making me shiver, despite the fact it wasn''t that cold.@@@@

    He tugged me forward to a towering tree. "Pee," he snapped, his eyes fixed on me.

    My face burned with humiliation as I held my ragged gown, looking over to the car, which was now at a distance away, but not so far that I couldn''t see their other sleek SUVs moving past it.

    "Umm...can you turn around?" I stammered to him, wanting to salvage the little dignity I had left.

    My pounding heart stopped beatting but as the echo faded away, I noticed something - the shot wasn''t aimed at me. It sounded like he had deliberately shot towards the sky, perhaps to scare me or to intimidate me into surrendering.

    The realization didn''t bring me much comfort, though, because it only served as a reminder of the danger that lurked behind me.

    I began running, harder than before, changing directions, darting between the trees, not wanting him to quickly spot me out.

    The forest was dense, making it impossible to see more than a few feet ahead. But having spent most of my time locked up in a dark basement, I had developed a peculiar kind of adaptability. My senses had grown more acute, more attuned to the subtlest sounds and movements.

    I could hear the rustling of leaves, could feel the forest soil beneath my feet.

    My life with my father was hell, the endless beatings, the constant belittling and the feeling of being trapped and helpless.

    I thought about how I had finally escaped, finally gotten some freedom, only to find myself in an even more precarious situation but I refused to give up.

    It was a strange kind of freedom, but it was freedom nonetheless.

    I gritted my teeth, I was going to hold onto this freedom, no matter what.

    No one and I mean no one else will take away my freedom or take me to their boss or whatever he was, to sell my body to the highest bidder.

    The thought was revulseful and I dug deep, finding a reservoir of strength I didn''t know I possessed.

    "Ahhh!" cried out in pain as my hair was suddenly yanked backwards with such force that made me stumbled and almost fell.

    Just as suddenly as it had started, everything stopped. "Got you," his voice was hot against my ear.