You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 466: Chaper

We dropped the heavy garbage in the container, and I took some breath because of the rare exercise... turning around to see him with a pole... which I couldn’t ask if it was also to be thrown away since it hit my head knocking me out to welcome those horrible months.

... that’s why... this agreement was too cruel if it came from the gods...

Because now I could see... what I was in his hands and what that place I was in... looked like.

"WHY ARE YOU FIGHTING?! WHY CAN’T YOU SHUT UP AND DO WHAT I WANT YOU TO??!!"

"COUGH! HW AGH! FH..!"

’....’

"YOU MADE ME DO THIS ELIZABETH!!"

It was a dirty wooden room... that much I did know... but now I learned there were cameras that filmed me... and I could see his face this time... so clearly while hitting and making me vomit and bleed from the hits and kicks...

"YOU MADE ME DO THIS~!!"

’..... Do I truly... have to watch this...?’ — As if nothing had been left behind, I remained there, seeing my young self being abused, humiliated... practically violated by this guy who I didn’t know would only leave my side at the time to take the cameras to watch the videos... coming back to spend more time mistreating me. Training me to answer properly, always acting happy even while I thought he was mad...

"Elizabeth~ my love~ I’m here~"

’...’

"H-hi Seth..."

"Smile wider."

"... Hi~ Seth...."

"That’s it~ So lovely, my love~ My Elizabeth~"

’...’

Nothing could I even think at this point... the sight of myself being played with while fixed to the floor, helplessly blinded, covered in my period’s blood and urine... the marks on my feet and the bruises I couldn’t see but only feel grow numb on my limbs and body... the hair being cut, every time... more and more... how he would clean me and change me... I saw what I once was thankful to ignore... because that face...

"Hehe... Elizabeth..."

I didn’t want to know that depraved face he wore every time...

’Why do I have to see this!!? Why can’t I disappear without learning this??!’ — I thought the more I saw of it. But the memories wouldn’t cease, for they were too many... and like I had in reality I got used to it the more I saw it... wanting to numb myself to the distress these scenes provoked...

Only until I got to the memory where I was to make my escape.

From what I could remember, the place was empty of cameras and only I was there... and it makes sense since he used to take them with him from time to time, and apparently, my luck hadn’t abandoned me completely even then since... after patiently moving and burning my thumbs so the plastic tie would loosen or break... at the time, I had made it so, at the very least, if I continued to rub it against a nail I found once he was dragging and beating me around, a nail slightly but sufficiently sticking out that it cut me that time but I managed to find again while moving as best I could on the floor... it would eventually break before he decided to change the plastic again... since he used to say he should keep me with "good things"...

*Snap*

"!"

’Hah... that’s a real smile right there...’ — I thought fondly with sorry sensation of myself that was to make her escape in such terrible conditions... and would lose that smile as fast as it came... once taking off the blindfold to now search for a way to take off the chains we had thought would be impossible to escape since even in the conditions we were, we did try to touch the best we could the wooden column it was tied to with a lock, thinking it went up to the ceiling since we had supported our back on it trying to open it uselessly many times... to find out it was only a pole long enough to make a weak me look pathetic while trying.

"... hf...n h... d*mn it... depraved f*cker..." — My young self mumbled with good reasons, understanding why he was so enthusiastic in making my feet hurt so much that I wouldn’t be able to stand... because if I did I would learn those chains were easy to free from the pole, by simbly lifting them high enough.

’... My eyes already ached back then to welcome the little light there is... and I had to start crying after seeing that...’ — I thought while I sighed and watched my miserable self carefully gulp down the rage and humiliation as well as the terrible pain on my feet to free herself from the pole that had been making my ankle an obstacle. — ’... To think I was prepared to cut it if necessary... he was such an evil guy...’

My young self hugged the chains so they wouldn’t make as much noise... and then, from that tree I hated so much, I fell to crawl and run in pain... Now knowing, that he knew it would happen.

The me that was watching had stayed in that place... and he came in right after my jump couldn’t make it quiet. Laughing as he closed the window, holding the hair he often cut off me to go chase after me in that lousy forest...

Thankfully, in my escape, I suppose luck really didn’t want to leave me... since unknowingly I ran in the direction that help would quickly find me, ending in him being searched and eventually imprisoned.

The time at the hospital, where mom and my brothers would go visit me briefly since at some point I stopped caring to answer their annoying ways to show concern passed without even being shown... maybe because even I didn’t have them that clear with all the legal matters also being investigated.

The trial was also as if trifling in my recall, the tapes I now know he had are a wonder to me since they never were mentioned in the trial... but either way, the clearest memory of that day was as I heard the sentence being told again. This time standing right beside my young and recovering self who was more focused on controlling the trembles he didn’t like than on the veredict being announced.