Inevitable (King Crime Family 2)

“Did you hear me, bitch? I said you’re the enemy. Your father killed his mother. What don’t you understand about that? E.N.E.M.Y. That’s what you are.” He spells the word out as if I am a dumb fuck who can’t comprehend what he is saying.

“I know how to fucking spell. I don’t care if he thinks I’m the enemy, my father didn’t do shit.” I’m astonished. After everything, I’m still sticking up for my father.

An evil laugh leaves the masked man’s mouth, and I narrow my eyes at him. From this distance, I can’t make out his height to weight ratio, and even if I could take him, I don’t have the slightest clue on how the fuck I’m going to get out of this hole.

“You know nothing about your father, do you?” He isn’t really asking a question. I know he is about to tell me something I don’t want to hear.

“He’s my dad, and he loves me, that’s all that matters.” I have nothing more to say, so instead, I look at my feet covered in dirt from the ground. I feel dirty, used, and abused, even though no one has touched me. Yet.

“You hear this, Dale? Little ole bitch here thinks her dad is the good guy in all of this.” I can hear his gruff laughter, and it makes me smile. He doesn’t even realize he just used his friend’s name. So far, they have been very careful not to use any names.

“Yes, Dale, did you hear it?” I taunt, making sure he notices his slip up.

“Fuck you, bitch. Just in case you forgot, you have no one on your side. Everyone hates you,” Dale yells down the hole.

“If that’s true, then why am I alive?” My statement shuts both of them up. “I’m alive because I do mean something to someone, and Mack or whoever is behind keeping me here knows that. He wants to use me as leverage. So fuck you!”

Neither asshole says another word after that, and I am glad for the momentary peace.

Wrapping my arms around my now wet body, I shiver. This hole is cold, now more than before, a bottomless pit of nothing. It only serves as a place to hold me captive from the life I once lived. From the life I’d grown to know in just a few short weeks—a life with him.

I need to find a way out of this mess, out of this god for-fucking-saken hole.Staring at the small intricate roots weaving through the wall of my prison, I wonder what plant they belong to. I’m too deep for a flower, but maybe it’s the very far roots of a tree? An oak tree, strong and beautiful. Soaking up the sun and fresh air every day while I’m stuck in this fucking place.

How the hell did I get down here anyway? They probably fucking threw me… wouldn’t put it past them. Everything hurt when I first woke up.

I cringe when I hear Dale’s voice. He has become the cruelest in the last few days. Almost like he is punishing me for learning his name. He’s constantly throwing water down at me, withholding food, and playing other mind games for his pleasure.

Dale is talking to someone. As I listen closer, I realize that it’s not any of my usual guards. It’s someone new. A tiny spark of hope forms in my chest. Maybe someone kinder, someone who would help me. It’s unlikely, but I have to at least try.

“Is there a chance I could possibly get a shower someday… like soon… maybe?” I yell up, hoping for the new guy’s pity.

“A golden shower, maybe?” Dale jokes.

“A regular shower would work.”

“Only if you suck my dick first.” Dale laughs.

“No, thank you, asshole…” I mutter under my breath, throwing myself against the dirt-covered wall. Where are we exactly? There is no way they can keep me in here forever. Someday, I will have to be released, right? Anxiety creeps up on me fast. What if I’m really down here until I die? What if this place is the last I ever see?

I dig my nails into the dirt as if to root myself into the wall. I can’t think this way. I’ll be okay. I can do this. I’m strong. My breaths are coming in and out at an outrageous pace, my chest heaving with every inhale as I sink to the ground. My chest feels as if my lungs are going to collapse at any second, the dirt surrounding me becoming my grave.

“Calm down, piccolo.” I hear those words every time I close my eyes. His deep voice basks me in a river of heat. Just thinking about him causes my heart to beat erratically.

I can do this—I have to do this. Standing up, I pace the small hole. I need to find a way out. I need to do something even if it’s dangerous. If I don’t, I surely will die down here.