Chapter 19: 2w's: what and why? - - - Aurora
My gaze is blurry. What I can make out of what I see is a room with no light, except the one coming in from the window. That means it's still daytime. There is a door in front of me, about 8 feet away. On the left side of the door, there are people standing. I don't know if they're male or female, or how many there are. All I see is black, darkness, and a little sunshine. They're all talking.
"Can you believe he had the divorce papers ready?" one man says.
"He was going to divorce her today?" the other man says.
"Rumors say that she didn't know," one female adds.
"What if she did? What are we supposed to do with her now?" the other female adds.
Who are they talking about? I wonder. My head feels like someone placed 10 bricks on it. My hands have been tied to the back of the chair. The ropes are so tight that I fear they'll leave a permanent mark. I taste blood; I think someone punched me.
The last thing I remember is standing on the chair, kicking the man to leave me. And now I'm stuck in here. They're all still talking.
"I wonder why he adopted her in the first place?" one man asks.
I don't know what the other male says. I couldn't hear what he said.
"Bigger purpose," one female says.
"Disposable golden duck," the other says, and they laugh.
I try to move, but my body is heavy.
How long have I been here? They're all still talking before I black out again.
The next time I wasn't awake for long. But it was long enough to notice that there was no sunlight. It's nighttime. I tilted my head a little, and something dropped to the ground. Probably an apple. I blacked out again.
Hours and days went by fast. I used to wake up during the day and the night. All I noticed was that I'm of little to no worth. Maybe negative. They used to play games, which they invented. It included punching me, or throwing apples at me. Or shooting the apples. At least I brought smiles to their faces. At least it's not that bad. It could have been worse.
Next time I woke up, I heard a sound: "He doesn't want her," one says.
"Neither does he," the other replies.
"Are they going to kill her or...?" the first one asks.
"She is nothing. Kill her yourself," the other says.
"Is it an order for him?" the first one asks.
The other guy just laughs. I tilt my head a bit. I feel a bruise forming on my right cheek. It hurts to move. Every movement requires energy. The energy that I don't have. I feel light headed. I am hungry and thirsty. Maybe it's better to die. But...