Save Me
Luna’s POV
I can’t believe this is my life. I'm a 24 year girl who got kidnapped for doing a good deed. I prayed and prayed for someone to save me but no one came. I lay there wondering what it would be to have a normal life. My lifeless body aches from all the beatings and sleepless nights I’ve had. Then I hear my master's footsteps. I stand up quick and get into position. They come to my cell with a wicked grin. I say to them “hello masters what can I help you with”. They grin and one man says “cook us dinner you wh*re”. I resist talking back to not get a beating and I say swallowing my faith “yes sir”. I get up from my cell. They open up my tiny and depressing cell and start to make them lunch. I cook them a nice spaghetti and add garlic toast.
with a side of tequila and serve it to them. They eat to make sure everything is gone. Even though they hate me they love my cooking so I do the cooking. They say to me with a mean and harsh voice “we have guests that’s gonna put a lot of money for you to be their slave so we’re what’s in that cage of yours and take a shower”. I whimper they don’t let me take hot and nice showers they give me what you call ice showers. I go to the bathroom. They gave me a turn on the ice bath. The coldness of the water sends goosebumps on my skin.You would think I hate this but I've been trapped in here since I was 15 so I’ve gotten used to it. I turn off the water and dry myself. I go to my cell and see what they got me this time. I look at the dress and it’s yes beautiful but it’s not me. It’s a pink skimpy dress that I would never wear. I can’t complain though it’s better than last time they had a guest. I put the dress on and it exposed all my ugly scars and bruises but I guess the worst is I don’t have shoes. The floor around here is alway dirty. I think about my new master. I hoping my master is nice but no master has ever been nice so I don’t expect this one to be like their toy. It’s just my insecurities have gone up high now because of the beating and scars I’ve had to go through. I must look horrible. I hear a knock on the door and I race to the kitchen. I stand there patiently and in about 5 minutes my masters arrive with my new one. He looks young about 27 or 28 he looks like he’s loaded he looks like a well put together man unlike me. I stand there patiently waiting for them to give me orders. They come up to me and a different master says “cook us some dinner”.
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