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II. Blinded

                        Third POV

            It was a dark, grey and eerie place. Of course she wasn’t aware of those facts since she was blindfolded around her eyes, mouth, wrists and ankles. Lying on the floor, she tried sitting down after several unsuccessful attempts. Frantically and weakly, she let herself fall to the floor once again and started crying without knowing what to do. Her tears stained the thick cloth that wrapped both of her eyes, making it even harder to keep her head up.

            The wooden door creaked when it was opened. A person entered the room and looked right at her. A few more minutes went by and he was still standing up there. Motionless. The girl kept weeping, still not aware of his presence. Step by step, he got near the thin and dirty mattress that was now her bed. As he sat down, the springs squeaked, alarming her. Reflexively, she tried getting further away from the person and, consequently, she hit her back against the wall. Hard. She wailed because of the new pain she was now feeling, and he stood up almost instantly and crouched next to her fragile frame.  Feeling his breath a few inches above from her made her cried even more desperately.

            He held her with both of his hands, trying to put her on both of her feet and take her to the bed. He took some distance after positioning her over the bed. Some minutes later he took some steps over her once again, and asked harshly with a lump on his throat:

- Are you thirsty? - Angie nodded quickly but suspiciously. - Be right back. - He said and made his way towards the door. She could perceive some noises coming from the other side of the door. Whispers, she thought. Once again, the door creaked open. - Now I’m going to untie the cloth so that you can drink this. Don’t make me do something that, truly, I don’t want to do. Don’t scream. - She nodded once again and dropped her head, tiredly. He got near her and with both of his hands carefully loosed the piece of cloth that was tied insensitively over her mouth and placed it over a nightstand that was nearby. He grasped the glass that he’d previously left on the same table and took a seat beside her. When he was almost pouring the content of the glass inside her mouth she asked:

- You didn’t put anything inside it, did you? - She couldn’t hide the terrified tone behind her question.

- No. - She didn’t have much of a choice. She had to drink that or die of thirst. In the end she put her lips on the rim of the glass and, once she felt the fresh liquid inside her mouth, she started chugging it. - Hey, drink slowly. Sip by sip. The last thing I want is for you to choke and die. - After his words, she started drinking normally. Once she had finished drinking, he got up ready to leave.

- Isn’t that what you want? - Ángeles inquired almost inaudibly.

- What? - He was truly puzzled.

- To kill me. That’s what you are trying to do, right? - Her voice sounded harsher by now. You could almost say she was angry. - Why are you denying it? -

- Brock! Why the hell are you taking so long!? - A voice raged over the other side of the door.

- You want to kill me, I know. - She repeated over and over again, more to herself than anything. Brock, without knowing what to answer, left the room silently.

            Ángeles POV

I was baffled. I didn’t know where I got the courage to say those words to him. But, I knew that courage wasn’t going to last much time- in fact, it was swaying away right now. I was terribly scared because I didn’t know what was going on and what they wanted to do to me. The worst possible situations flashed through my mind and I wished this was all a dream caused by the stupid movie I was watching hours –or maybe days– before with my friend. Going back to that time, I was safe… I sniffed loudly when a thought crossed my mind: he even insisted to take me home…

Tears streamed down my face once again. I was still hoping to wake up soon because… this was definitely a dream, right? I knew I was lying to myself. Why did this have to happen to me… what did I do wrong?

Suddenly I was cold. Shivering, I searched for any signs of the jumper I was wearing but it was nowhere to be found. I tried getting more comfortable in the bed that stranger had laid me in –as comfortable as someone could be in this mattress, seeing as it was as thick as a piece of paper. It was a rough task given that my hands, feet and eyes were all still tied up. Luckily, he had forgotten to tie my mouth up once again as he was brusquely called by someone outside. That made me think: how many of them were here with me?

The door creaked open. This time I had definitely heard someone inside the room I was in –if this was a room, of course. I didn’t know whether to speak or do something in particular, so I preferred staying quiet. My ears seemed to sharpen as I paid special attention to each of his steps. He was getting closer. Abruptly, he stopped. He was in front of me, I could feel it. Involuntarily, I started shivering. What was he going to do to me?

- Is somebody there? - I asked, even if I already knew the answer to my question. With a lump inside my throat I continued: - Please, don’t hurt me, please. - He sat down beside me. - Please… - I was now bawling uncontrollably.

- I am not going to hurt you. - He said. He was the same guy from before. I could tell by the sound of his voice and I swore I wanted to believe in him…but I really couldn’t, seeing as I was tied up, unable to see where and with whom I was… In this position the only thing I could feel was mistrust and fear. I was so frightened that I couldn’t even stop myself from trembling. - I swear I am not going to hurt you. - He insisted. I felt how the mattress bended. He was sitting even closer than before. - Do you believe in me? - What kind of question was that one?

- What are you doing - I heard someone ask from afar, though it sounded more as a harsh statement that a question. Hastily, he stood up and took one or two steps towards the voice. You could notice his change in temper. - I asked you something. -

- I-I wasn’t doing an-anything. - He stuttered.

- I asked him if I could go to the bathroom. - I said, even though I was not sure why. I was full of courage for one moment but, once I realized who I spoke to, I shrank back to the way I was before.

- Not now. Let’s go. - He answered and both of them left me alone in the room.

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