Part three

She woke up in the morning ignoring the man snoring peacefully on the bed. She could kill him. Right there. And he wouldn't even know how he died. She had done it before.
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It was the fourth week she was held captive here. Nearly a month. Her ribs had started to recover. She wasn't chained now. She could move freely in this open space of a basement. There was nothing other than a mattress and a bucket in there. She tried everything to get out of here. Screaming, banging on the metal door but everything failed. The passcode was so difficult she couldn't try to unlock it.
Her hands today gripped the metal rod tightly which she found lying in a corner. He would tell me on his own the password. She thought to herself.
She stood hidden beside the wall of the door. The sound of door unlocking surged the adrenaline in her blood. As soon as the man stepped in, she hit him hard on his head. He stumbled in his way but somehow locked the door pushing her away. His hands covered with his blood. The neck bleeding profusely. Nikita stood hovering above him ready to strike again.
" Tell me!! Tell me! The password. Now!! Or I will rip open your head. " She threatened him.
" Then do it. " He replied putting a handkerchief on the place from where blood was seeping. " And be locked with my dead body forever. " Nikita looked Worriedly around the basement. In an instance, he was on his feet and grabbed her by her throat.
" Listen, you little bitch. I am telling you this for the last time. If you try to kill me, you will end up rotting here with my dead body. Because it's in my brain. The password. And you can't know it with me being dead. " He threw her across the living room and went out taking the rod away from her.
She never tried it again. What if he would have died? She didn't want to rot in the basement. Not after Ryan was born. She could never risk doing something as stupid as that.
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After Freshening up, she went on to check on Ryan. He was still sleeping. The tv still playing. She pecked on his cheek. He blabbered in his sleep. His light brown curls falling on his little nose. He needed a hair cut badly. Today, it was on their to do list.
Nikita took a shower and wore ankle length dress. She put her hair in a lose bun. He would be gone after breakfast she thought. She heard him going upstairs to take a shower and she hurried herself in the kitchen.
She prepared the usual breakfast of bread and coffee. Ryan joined her too after brushing his teeth.
" Good morning " She kissed him. " When did you sleep last night? " She asked him. He pouted.
" I watched the movie. " He replied.
" But it was too late Ryan. You shouldn't be watching TV till 2 am!! " She raised her brows at him. He shrugged putting his head on the table.
She put her hands on his soft curls. Smoothing them, she patted on his hand. He looked up at her. She was smiling at him.
" What? " He asked.
" I have something for you. Wait a minute. " She hopped in other room and took out his books and colors. Ryan ran to her from the table.
" Wow... " He said taking them in his hands. " Are they mine? " He asked.
" Yes yes. Yours! " She replied cheerfully.
He opened the book and examined the pages. Colorful. Full of stories. He was so excited to listen to them all. He checked the colors too. Laughing cutely when she made star on his little thumb.
" You like them? " They froze. Nikita stopped smiling all at once. She took the books from Ryan's hands and put them back in the drawer.
" Yes. Thank you, Dad " Ryan replied. Nikita hated it. Whenever her baby had to talk to him. Call him Dad.. But she didn't have any other choice.
" At least you are grateful for the things I provide. " He mocked Nikita.
They all proceeded to the table for breakfast. She ate peacefully without pointing out at Ryan when he didn't finish his bread and ran to his room.
" I will be late tonight. Don't cook for me. " He said going out. She nodded at him, even though she knew he didn't look back at her.
Great! Another day for attempts. She took out a paper filled with thousands of password combinations. She tried new ones today. And wrote them down on the paper putting a cross in front of each.
Ryan joined her too. She tried various combinations for nearly an hour. Finally, exhausted she joined Ryan in his room.
" Mamma. Please this one. Tell me this one. " Ryan said opening his English book. She nodded at him and continued the story.
In the last, the peasants lived happily after they dethroned the dictator. But will they ever be able to get out of the slavery they are trapped in?
The chances were low. After all, he didn't kidnap her from the streets. She was sold to him.
Sold!!
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