The Sun Don't Shine For Me


I've been here for 63 days, just sitting in this room. This disgusting, filthy room. It was hot. The humidity soaked the walls and carpet, and felt like it was strangling me constantly. There was no furniture, no windows- just me.

I wasn't sure how I got here. The only thing I'm sure of, is that the men that kept me locked away, presented faces of pure evil. They used me. It was like I wasn't human to them, I was just a toy.

I was granted a piece of bread to last me days, and a small cup of water. I've adapted to my new way of living. I had no more hunger pains, and my desire for water, or any type of drink, wasn't as exhausting as it was before.

I was dying. I could, literally, feel myself dying.

I sat with my back up against the wall, and my knees to my chest, just waiting. Waiting for the next man to walk in, and treat me like dirt. It happened constantly. At this point, I was numb to it. These men got off on my struggle, so I no longer fought it.

One of them in particular, Tony, loved to see the pain seep from my eyes. He would laugh at me, and call me awful names the entire time he abused me.

I felt my heart throb as I heard footsteps walking toward the door, I knew it was time. "You're gone love what we got in here," I heard. I could tell it was Tony- I learned his voice. The door flew open, and I shielded my eyes from the light. "This here- is Tasha."

I looked at him, noticing a man who I'd never seen before, and my stomach dropped. I can't handle another one.

Tony walked up to me, rubbing the top of my head with a devilish grin. "What's this?" The strange man asked. I could see my fear reflecting through his eyes. "This is our girl," he answered, putting his arm around my shoulders.

Tony was an awful man. He reeked of beer, and his breath almost knocked me off of my feet. "Say hi to Shane, Tasha."

I didn't say anything, I just looked at the man, pleading with my eyes for him to have some sort of compassion with me. Tony pushed his forehead against my temple with force, grabbing the other side of my hair. "Have some respect, and say hello," he said with anger. I swallowed hard, "hello," I whispered.

"Why is she here?" He asked.

"She's our fun time," Tony laughed. "She's a good one too, ain't ya? Much better than the ones before."

Tony pet the side of my head, smelling my hair. "You can do whatever you want to her," he said, creepily aroused.

"Any time?" Shane asked. I looked at him with disgust.

There were two other new men that came to meet me before. I would hope and pray that they would be the ones to help me. One tried, but met his fate when he disagreed with what these men were doing to me. The other joined right in like it was the best thing he'd ever heard about. I guess this man was just another one to count.

"Any time," Tony answered, still smelling my hair. "Just make sure you lock the door when you're done. Don't want this one tryna get away- we had to end the last baby's life because she tried to get away, and we can't have that, now, can we?"

"I guess we can't," Shane said, scratching at the back of his head.

I thought of many ways I could attempt to escape, but never followed through. I didn't want to die- not in their hands, not on their time.

"I'll go show you the rest of this God damn house," Tony said, planting a kiss on my cheek before walking to the door. "Straighten out, Tash. You know we love you," he mocked. Shane let out a little chuckle, and I just stared at him. "Say bye to Shane now- I'm sure you'll see him later," Tony laughed.

"She will," Shane confirmed, leaving me devastated.

Tony slammed the door, banging and laughing from the other side.

Meeting yet another man that I'd be forced to see everyday, made me feel hopeless. "I'll never get out of here," I whispered to myself. I could feel my eyes fill with tears- I can't do this anymore. I had no hope, and no more desire. What was I living for? I wasn't living for me- I was living for them.

I slid my back down the wall, pulling my knees to my chest, and taking a deep breath. "I'm done," I said, staring into the dark. I wrapped my hands around my throat, and starting squeezing as hard as I could. I'll end this on my own.

I could feel the blood collecting in my face, and my eyes started Pulsating. My head started feeling drowsy, and I let go. I couldn't do it. I couldn't take my own life.

I covered my eyes with my hands, and cried myself to sleep.

I woke up laying face down on the wet carpet, through the bottom of the door, I could see someone moving with a flashlight. I wonder who it'll be, I thought, not moving from the ground. The new guy.

I watched as he walked in the door, he looked nervous, and was moving quietly. "Tasha?" He whispered.

"Do whatever you want," I said not moving, my voice sounding tired. He knelt down, moving my hair out of my face. "I'm gone get you out of here," he whispered.


Thank you for reading! Please understand, I'm writing this entire story from my iPhone, and thank to Autocorrect, I may have some spelling errors (I literally had to correct the word 'Autocorrect' times. How ironic.). I hope you all enjoy my story. I will try to update daily. Feel free to review, and let me know how I'm doing, or give me an idea!

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