Escape

4

I saw a tiny sparkle at the end of the tunnel, and I just ran

Why does he give me food?

Honestly, I thought a lot of thing would happen to me, but me getting food wasn't on the list.

He was sitting at the table eating the pasta that was on the plate, but I didn't want to be in the same room as him.

I went to grab the plate and make my way back to my room.

I still felt sick to my stomach but maybe if I could be alone I could force some bite down.

"You eat here."

I slowly turned around and gulped when our eyes met. I knew I should be careful and I still didn't know what he wants from me or what he's capable of, so I obeyed.

I sat down at the table in front of him, and as I got closer my hands started shaking again.

I can't do it.

My stomach feels like it's practically closed.

I nervously started to play with the food, avoiding the eye contact.

Every once in a while I had a small bite, but it didn't feel good, the nausea just got worse.

"Do I need to feed you?" He broke the silence while I was lost in my mind, it made me flinch. I'm scared what he's going to do.

"No, I'm just not hungry." I said quietly, but tried to sound calm.

"It's been at least 24 hours since you ate."

24 hours? It's been 24 hours since I went to buy some stupid dress.

I just can't do this... Why the hell am I here? What the fuck does he want from me?

"Well, it's quite hard to function when some psycho kidnap you and you have no idea what's happening!" I don't know what got to me, I just snapped.

Of course he didn't like that.

He stood up and yanked me from my chair pushing me against the closest wall.

He had a firm grip on my arm and I felt terrified from our closeness.

"Let me go!" I tried to pull my arm away, but he was stronger.

"I won't tolerate your attitude." I learnt that although he most of the times talks quietly, but it's just more menacing.

He let go of my arm and I didn't waste a second running to my room.

I felt the tears prickle my eyes at the bottom of the stairs, and I was sobbing by the time I shut the door behind me.

I leant against the door, with my hand covering my face to muffle my cries. I slowly slided down and when I reached the floor, I hugged my legs to myself, desperately trying to create some warmness.

I didn't get any sleep that night. I locked my door, but it still didn't give me peace, I was afraid he would maybe hurt me in my sleep.

I knew I can't have a complete breakdown. I have to be strong and find a way to escape.

After a few hours of crying and trembling, I pulled myself together and started to think about his possible reasons.

Why would someone kidnap me?

If he wanted to use me, he would've already done that.

He didn't want money or anything. In fact, he took me to a house where we're living together now.