Taken (Breaking the Darkness) by Starr Felicia

Author:Starr, Felicia [Starr, Felicia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Felicia Starr
Published: 2013-11-08T06:00:00+00:00

I WOKE FROM a dreamless slumber to the smell of greasy fried food. The aroma turned my stomach against me. My hunger was enough to conquer the pain that sprouted in every joint. I forced myself to where the smell came from. I felt around on the ground and found a half-crumpled bag.

I tore into it faster than a child ripping into gifts on Christmas morning. I found a container of fried chicken pieces and immediately started to shovel the salty chunks into my mouth before I cared to see what else was in the bag. It didn’t matter how they tasted; I was famished. I found a can of something and cracked it open, pounding it down so fast the carbonated assault fought back with a large belch.

There was also a bag of vegetable sticks that I started to munch on. I was eating so fast the food felt like bricks being shoved into an infant’s sock. I stopped before I made myself sick. My ribs couldn’t handle the pressure of this food coming back out. I horded the remaining food into the corner of the bed, hoping to finish the rest of it as soon as my shrunken stomach would allow.

I wanted to go back to sleep but was cautious not to lie back down just yet. That food needed to stay put. I rested my head against the hard wall and shut my eyes. What I wouldn’t have done for some sort of pain reliever or one of Gram’s magic teas.

A bag of ice might have been nice. I was cautious about complaining about the food, even if it was only to myself. It was long overdue. Even though my hunger pains were subsiding, the rest of my aches grew worse. The thought of what I looked like was so hard to imagine. I wanted to reach around and touch my back, but the sheer thought of it sent shivers up my spine. I was so grossed out and felt icky all over.

At least the bleeding stopped. I had to count my blessings somewhere. It was a repulsive reality that monster’s tongue cauterized the very wounds he inflicted on me. I was sure it was an early lesson on how he could easily cut me open and close up the wounds over and over again at his will or whim. He could dish out an endless supply of suffering.

Instead of reaching around to examine the extent of my back injuries, I decided to reach up for my chest. Just between my breasts my skin felt like a puffy tattoo. The shape was the same pentacle design of the amulet. I was freaked out that a piece of metal melted into my skin. Would I ever get it out? And if so, how?

I needed to know why this happened. What would happen to me as a result? I wondered if Ziona ever noticed I was wearing it in the first place. It was beneath my shirt most of the time.

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