Find Me Alastar

PROLOGUE

My breathing is shallow.

I’m too terrified to make the slightest sound.

He’s coming. I can hear him upstairs. This time he will kill me.

I curl into a ball underneath the table in a desperate bid to hide in this cellar-my prison. Having been

locked down here for over a week, I’m certain my days are numbered.

I’m not sure how much more I can take, but I know it won’t be long now.

My eyes stay fixed on the door at the top of the stairs while my heart hammers furiously in my chest.

My chances of survival are probably better if I take the lighting out, that way he can’t find me when he

returns. But the thought of being down here in the darkness petrifies me beyond anything.

It’s my wildest nightmare.

I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t. Either way, death feels so near.

My only hope is if my saviour comes looking for me, but I desperately hope he doesn’t. I know for

certain that if he does, he will be killed right beside me.

The darkness will double.

Tears pool in my eyes as I continue to softly pant through shallow breathes. How did my life come to

this?

If I couldn’t trust him, who can I ever trust again? I can’t believe he is capable of such atrocities

I loved him; with all of my heart I loved him.

My beloved protector has become my captor and now I feel nothing.

The door opens with a slow creak and I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel the adrenaline surge through my

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Oh no, please, no.

Not again.

Please don’t hurt me.

“Where are you?” He growls as he descends down the creaky steps.

I scrunch up my face as tears of fear begin to roll down my cheeks.

“Don’t hide from me!” he screams. His footing is heavy and I know he’s been drinking. “It will only

make it worse for you when I find you.”

I hold my breath as he jumps from the bottom step, his footsteps now getting closer.

My eyes stay shut in the dark of the basement, and it isn’t long before I feel his hand take hold of my

hair and the pain surge through my scalp as he drags me from under the table.

He kicks me, knocking the wind from my lungs instantly, and I curl into a tight ball to try and protect

myself.

His boot connects with my abdomen next, the taste of blood filling my mouth as a deep internal pain

permeates throughout my body.

Death would be easier than enduring this.

I surrender.

I can’t go on.

Kill me.

Please kill me. I beg somebody to kill me.

Stop this torture.

Set me free.