Leigh’s Diary


“Why the hell am I not waking up?”
If anyone had told me I’d be this hopeless and helpless in the middle of a thick evil forest, I wouldn’t have believed it but hey, it is just a dream right? I guess I’ll just have to be patient with myself, allow myself to wake up, then tell my family about this horrible nightmare.

“There she is! Get her!” One of those evil men yelled behind me.
I had to pick up my pace and ensure they didn’t get to me because I couldn’t go back to that hell but too bad, I tripped.

I got caught again, bundled on the shoulders of one of the men and back to the camp, thrown on the punishment table, and poured cold water. It’s tough to admit that I felt the coldness of the water down to my bones. This is definitely not a nightmare!

It still hurts, but I am already used to being whipped with koboko, I don’t know how many strokes I got today, but it exceeded ten. What annoys me the most is their ugly and rough-looking faces, how loud they are with the scolding and tantrums about me trying to escape all the time. Their voices and accents are ridiculous, and they all have bad breath! Do they have garlic for breakfast? Well, I don’t know, and I don’t want to know. I just want to leave!

All of a sudden, it was quiet, and I could audibly hear someone approaching the punishment table. With the pain in my butt, I struggled to see who the hell made these disgusting creatures quiet.
A man, one I’ve never met before since I came here. If my memories have me right, I have been here for 15 days and I haven’t seen such beauty in a man since I was born not to talk of in this wild forsaken place. He approached me, and I was delighted that my angel had found me and was here to save me. I smiled as he approached me and as I tried to speak, my angel gave me the worst slap of my life.

“This is the last time you try to escape, understood?” he was so calm with this fine accent.
I was still attempting to recover from the siren blowing in my ears from the slap when he asked for a handkerchief to clean up his hand. Am I that dirty?
“If you keep setting out to escape, you leave me no choice but to kill you,” he said as he scrubbed his hands with the handkerchief. “I am sure you saw what happened to the other girl.”
Yeah, they had killed another girl right in front of us during our tattoo parade, It was a hell of a night that day because we had all been trying to escape, but that girl was used as a scapegoat. I have had enough of this place, and now I don’t mind being the next scapegoat.

“This place is worse than death. Please make me die!” I yelled and it cost a lot of energy. Of course, I would rather not die this badly but, I am stubborn, and I have some intentional bossy traits I got from my mother.
He gave me a smirk. “I’ll make sure your wish is not granted” he signaled one of the men to get me off the table and as he tried to, I kept screaming and throwing tantrums. Oh yes, I love attention and I need them to give me one, I desperately need to know how I got captured and find a way to escape.
I was yanked off the table and thrown to the ground before I could gain back my stamina, they suffocated me with a handkerchief.
Great. My name is Leighton and this is my story


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