Caged in Fear

(Kelly's POV)

"It's a fucking new day!

I stirred from my sleep as the dawn sun pierced through my eyelids. I instinctively raised my hands to shield my eyes from the blinding light. As I sat up, the distant whirring of a helicopter filled the air, a sound so disturbing it made my stomach churn.

Suddenly, the door to this hellhole room swung open and in walked one of the guards. "Hey, Red, get up. It's time to move," he barked, tossing my gown at me. It was the same one I had worn when I was first brought to this godforsaken place.

I caught the gown in mid-air and sighed. "At least I'm finally getting out of this dump," I murmured to myself.

I quickly put on the gown, not bothering to look at the stains and tears that marked its history.

Then the guard escorted me out of the room, his rifle pointed at my back. I walked like a sheep, focusing on the sound of the helicopter that was getting louder and louder. It was my ticket out of this hellhole.

We reached the landing pad, where a large black chopper was waiting. The blades were spinning so fast they created a gust of wind that blew my hair back. I saw two other guards standing by the door, holding onto a metal cage. Inside the cage, I saw a very big mastiff dog that looked like it could rip my throat out.

A wave of fear washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum, and my legs felt like jelly. I wanted to turn around and run, to escape from this terrifying situation.

But the guards behind me were armed, their faces hidden behind the dark shades of their sunglasses. They were like statues, cold and unfeeling, blocking my only way out.

I had no choice. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. With each step towards the helicopter, I could feel the cold metal of the cage and the intense gaze of the beast inside it. I walked in, shivering, my legs shaking with fear."

As I stepped into the helicopter, my gaze shifted to Rashad, my so-called boyfriend who was seated nonchalantly. Instead of helping matters he was releasing the mastiff dog from its cage, seemingly oblivious to my fear. His hands moved gently over the dog's head, stroking it as if it were a harmless pet rather than the beast I saw it as.

I watched him, my heart pounding even harder. Why was he doing this? Didn't he see how scared I was? But Rashad just continued to rub the dog's head, a small smile playing on his lips. It was as if he was enjoying this, enjoying my fear.

And all I could do was stand there, shivering, my gaze locked on the dog. I was trapped in this helicopter with a beast and a man who seemed to have no concern for my fear.

The deafening roar of the helicopter blades was the only sound that filled my ears, drowning out everything else. This was my reality now. What on earth had I gotten myself into?

Every minute I spent with Rashad, I learned something new about him. But it was never anything good. It was always something that made him seem more dangerous, more unpredictable. There hadn't been a single moment where he had done something to ease my fears. Instead, he seemed to enjoy seeing me scared, trapped in this crazy nightmare.

He had me caged, like a prisoner, making me hover around in this terrifying situation. The thought got me thinking hard

Overwhelmed by frustration and fear, I leaned my head against the cold window of the helicopter. The chill of the glass did little to soothe my heated thoughts. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sight of Rashad and the dog, but their images were burned into my mind.

Everything I had known about Rashad was like a punch to the gut. The man I thought I knew was a stranger, his actions revealing a side of him that was cruel and uncaring. He was not the man I had fallen for. He was a monster, just like the beast he was petting.

The realization was a bitter pill to swallow. I felt a lump forming in my throat, my heart aching with a sense of betrayal. It was my desperation that got me into this, Rashad had repaid my faith with deceit and fear.

The helicopter ride seemed to stretch on forever. Each passing minute felt like an hour, the constant whirring of the blades a harsh reminder of my predicament. I found myself wishing for it to end, for the helicopter to land and release me from this airborne prison.

My gaze kept drifting back to the dog. Its face was a grotesque mask, its drool dripping onto the metal floor of the helicopter. The sight of it disgusted me, the spittle a stark reminder of the beast's potential for violence. It was a symbol of the danger I was in, a danger that Rashad seemed to revel in.

Rashad. The man I had once thought I knew. The man who had turned out to be a monster. His betrayal stung more than the cold wind whipping through the helicopter. It was a wound that cut deeper than any physical pain.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sight of Rashad and the dog. But their images were seared into my mind, a constant reminder of the nightmare I was living. I felt a lump in my throat, a mix of fear and anger. But I swallowed it down, forcing myself to stay calm. I had to survive, to get through this. And to do that, I needed to keep my wits about me.

So, I sat there, my back pressed against the cold window of the helicopter, my mind racing with thoughts and plans. I didn't know what lay ahead.

Then the sound of the voices grew louder, a cacophony of orders and responses that echoed in the confined space of the helicopter. I strained my ears, trying to make out what they were saying, but their words were muffled by the whirring of the helicopter blades.

Not quite long after that, the helicopter lurched, and my stomach dropped. We were descending. I glanced out of the window, my heart pounding in my chest. Below us, a vast expanse of dense forest stretched out, a sea of green that seemed to go on forever. I could see a small clearing in the distance, the only break in the otherwise unending canopy of trees.

As we got closer, I could make out the figures moving around in the clearing. They were setting up what looked like a makeshift camp. Tents were being erected, and a fire was being lit. I felt a shiver run down my spine. This was it. This was where I was being taken.

The helicopter's door swung open with a loud creak, revealing the guard standing outside. He was a burly man, his face hidden behind a mask, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "Come out!" he barked, his voice echoing in the silent forest.

I felt a surge of anger at his tone, at the way he spoke. I was a lady for goodness sake, not some animal to be ordered around. I clenched my fists, the urge to punch him almost overwhelming. But I knew better. I knew that any act of defiance would only lead to more trouble.

So, I swallowed hard and stepped out of the helicopter, my eyes never leaving the guard. I could feel the cold air biting at my skin, the forest seeming to close in around me.

"I dare not," I whispered to myself, "else I'm dead."

As I walked behind Rashad, a man emerged from one of the tents. He was an intimidating figure, his face a canvas of tattoos, piercings adorning his eyes, nose, and even his tongue. He looked like something out of a nightmare.

He started speaking in Spanish, his words flowing out in a rapid stream. I didn't understand a word he was saying, but Rashad responded in English, his voice laced with a familiarity that took me by surprise.

"Hey, amigo! Long time no see!" Rashad said, his usual harsh tone replaced with a jovial one. The man responded with a hearty laugh, his terrifying exterior softening for a moment.

They exchanged a few more words, their conversation filled with laughter and friendly banter. It ended with a big hug, a strange sight considering the circumstances. I couldn't help but feel a pang of unease. Who was this man? And what was his relationship with Rashad?

"Like what the hell have I gotten myself into?" I muttered under my breath. It felt like I had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire. One crazy experience after another. The fuck!