Free Girl Possessed (Book 1 of The Girl Trilogy) by Reussie Miliardario

in
another language. Nothing she said made any sense to me, but the
imagery lit my mind and directed my thoughts away from the
stinging, burning pain that nearly overwhelmed my body.
    As the sun began to rise and the room
began to turn from black to gray, I closed my eyes and fell asleep
with my cheek against the wall. My dreams were surreal, entirely
vivid and all about Shaul Hainsworth. He was beautiful with
disheveled black hair and entirely surrounded in light. He caressed
my cheek and my mind filled with love and peace.
    When I awoke to the prettiest little
song in my mind, the sun was bright overhead. I guessed it was
around noon time. My back itched like crazy, but I knew that was a
positive sign. It meant my wounds were healing.
    The latch lifted, the key turned, the
slider raised, and a hand reached in taking my dirty plate from the
night before and exchanged it with another plate of
food.
    At least now I could see what I was
eating. There was a cooked field onion, more dried bread, a cup of
red wine, and smoked goldfish. Not as bad as I would have expected.
I didn’t see any insects on the plate, so I decided to eat the
meal. The food was cold and stale tasting, but edible at
least.
    I pushed the plate back next to the
little sliding door for the hand that would later retrieve it, but
I decided to keep the wine cup for myself to use at the sink in
case I got thirsty later.
    I decided to explore the cabinet below
the sink. There was only a toothbrush and a hairbrush. I was
grateful for the hairbrush because if I didn’t have that my long
hair would turn to a matted mess.
    I started to wonder, how in the world
I would entertain myself for the rest of my life with so little
supplies. Then I thought of my mother and how devastated she must
be over my imprisonment. My mind spun and my heart ached. I curled
up into a ball on the floor with the blanket over my face and tried
not to think.
    That night when it was black in the
cell, the latch lifted, the key turned, the slider raised, and the
hand retrieved the dirty plate. Moments later the cell door
unlocked and opened. A very tall, thick boned, woman with curly
gray hair, holding a lantern stepped inside. She had a crazed look
in her eyes.
    “ Stealing a cup is against
the law,” the woman scolded in a crackly voice. She sat the lantern
down and stepped closer to me as I sat up from my resting position
on the floor.
    She pulled a long baton from her belt
and flicked a switch. An intense stream of electricity streamed
forth. I tried to move away, shocked at what was about to happen,
but the woman pointed the baton at my stomach. My mind filled with
horror. Terrifying volts of electricity shot through my
body.
    I had never felt such pain. It was so
much worse than the whippings. I screamed uncontrollably. “Stop!
Stop! Stop!” I gagged on my pleas.
    My body flopped around. My limbs
smacked against the stone floor. Such pain! Bile came out of my
mouth. I felt like I was chocking on my own tongue.
    “Bad girl,” the horrible woman said as
she tortured me.
    But, after a few seconds or so, she
stopped, took the cup from the sink, and walked out of my
cell.
    I heard loud yelling and banging
sounds coming from the other side of the wall, but I passed out on
the floor before I could figure out what was happening.
    When I awoke the next day, the
carvings on my upper chest were filled with puss. I had a terrible
fever and my body was sweaty with chills all over. I couldn’t even
move; I felt too weak.
     
    13
    For over a month, I was sick with
fever. My mind was filled with wicked rage toward Jezebel. I became
obsessed with taking revenge upon her. She must have turned me into
the authorities. I was sure I was going to die from this infection,
but if I survived, I vowed to take my revenge on her. I would ruin
her life, somehow, some way.
    Because I was afraid the days would
begin to blend together, I was very careful to count each day even
though I was deathly ill. I marked