3 uncuffed prisoner

I'm taken to the car and shoved into the back seat. What a way to have his wife treated! Goosebumps appear on my skin at the thought of being married to an oldie.

One of the men enters the car and sits beside me. A sound clicks signalling that the doors have been locked I lean on the window as the tears freely roll down my face.

I am going to be an uncuffed prisoner, that is sure. My eyes are blurry from the tears and I look behind at my Aunt's house as it gets smaller till the car takes a sharp turn. This is it!

I look at the road carefully, trying to grab the routes so I can cook up a perfect escape plan even though the only thing my brain can assimilate right now is the tears that cascade down my cheeks.

I cry very quietly, I do not even have the freedom to cry the way I want. I look at the guard beside me but his face is straight as he looks ahead.

It's already dark and after an almost unending drive, the car stops in front of a huge gate. The gate opens revealing a terribly huge mansion.

Prisons are normally large so the size of this house is no shock to me.

The car drives through the beautiful flower lined driveway and finally pulls up.

The guy beside me gets down immediately and opens the door for me. I get out of the car and he gets my duffel from the trunk and gestures for me to follow him inside which I do. He leads me through a beautiful spacious living room that can pass for a hall to a room upstairs.

He opens the door of the room and hands the duffel to me. I step into the room and look around the exquisitely furnished room. I don't want to be engaged in this rich, snubby lifestyle, I just want to go home.

I shut the door and sit on the floor with my. back against the wood of the bed. I hug my knees close to my chest as I shiver severely. This is how my body reacts to situations that stress me mentally, I get sick.

After a while of crying, I jump on the big bed and the comfort of the bed immediately drowns me in and my eyes closes, slowly giving into sleep. I hope to wake up to find out this is all a nightmare.

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The rays of the sun peers into my eyes and I roll over to my side. I groan and sit up, resting my body on the headboard.

My whole face feels swollen from crying so much yesterday. I lazily leave the bed go the bathroom and I shriek as I see a reflection of myself in the mirror. My eyes are red and swollen and I look like someone who just lost her husband. Of course I've lost my future husband for this.

I find a toothbrush in the bathroom that looks new and I brush my teeth with it, after emptying my bowels of course.

I still haven't come up with a perfect escape plan, I can't just accept this as my fate, not so easily.

After I'm done with brushing my teeth, I comb through my duffel, trying to grab my phone so I can talk to Kate about this, she always has a solution to everything and I'm sure she'd come up with one for me. Kate is literally my back bone, she's been there for me through all the years, we're more than best friends, we're sisters, we're basically never seen apart. One time word spread in school that we were into each other, silly us, we even offered to kiss in front of the whole school- which would've been so gross- so that all the gossip mongers would just let us off their radar. So what was I saying, yeah, Kate has always been there, she even offered to let me stay with her so that I won't go through Mr. Ray's problematic behavior.

I throw out all my things from the bag but I can't still find my phone. No way!

Oh my God!

Dickheads took it out.

I slump on the bed and close my eyes and for a still moment, I force myself to believe that everything is going to be okay and that this whole deal is a going to be a shortlived mistake. When I finally open my eyes, the beautiful interior design of the room reminds me that I'm wrong.

There's a knock on the door and a deep grubby voice follows. " Come down for breakfast"

"As if he'd care if I starve to death" I hiss angrily and I hear the footsteps stride away.

I close my eyes and drown in thoughts of self pity till sleep dances in my eyes.

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I'm not sure how long I've slept. I open my eyes and after some minutes of laying in bed I go to the bathroom.

I fill the tub with water and climb in. My stomach rumbles in hunger making me sigh. I didn't eat much yesterday because I was so caught up in painting that I forgot to eat. I love painting, it's an art that I don't think I would ever give up, I mean, colours are voices on their own.

It's now three days to my graduation and I wonder if Mr. Kriss will let me go for it. I play with the bubbles in the water for some time before I round up my bath.

I put on a baggy pants and a fitted tee after drying my body with a towel. I tie my hair in a messy bun and I sit at the dressing mirror looking at my sad face and wondering what my days in this new life will be like. I check the time with a small clock that I find on the table.

2:05

I've been asleep for that long.

There's a knock on the door "Mr. Kriss wants you down immediately" he orders and I roll my eyes.

The owner of the voice waits for while, probably waiting for me to come out but I don't and the person walks away.

After a while, the door of my room bursts open and one of the men from yesterday grabs me from the chair.

"You should be down" he says still holding my arm. He leads me downstairs to the large living room where Mr. Kriss is seated, not just he alone, but another man who in a way shares a resemblance to Mr. Kriss